this is in no relation to the current story of 'the proposal initiative'
''Leonard, hang on I'm driving.'' An assembly of police sirens zoomed past Penny; she ducked her phone out of sight. The last thing she needed was another 3 points to set her over the limit. ''okay carry on.'' The highway was busy, filled with parents picking up their kids, old people taking motor homes to the lakes for the weekend and people coming home from work, the traffic flowing freely, speedily. You could say Penny was a reckless driver, not the kind that's speeding around kids but the kind who are usually found looking in the mirror or texting. The traffic was building ahead. '' No, get Chinese.'' She was grossly involved in her chat with Leonard to notice she was getting closer and closer. She slammed the breaks. But she slammed too hard. They stuck. Hitting them with her foot over and over. ''shit…LEONARD HELP.'' Her voice was becoming rapid down the phone. Leonard started to reply but the phone went dead as she threw it away it time to serve to save herself hitting the car in front which the driver happened to be an elderly couple. She couldn't use them as impact.
But in the panic, the worry, she over stirred causing the car do to a full 360, now facing the traffic. She had no way out, no breaks, no where to turn around on the dual carriage way high way. There was nothing to but brace as an off roader was coming straight for her. But the car hit and she didn't feel anything. Because the car, nearly 2 tons heavier than hers went straight under her front wheel, flipping the car sideways. Into the almost vertical drop to a field at the side of road.
You wouldn't expect the radio to work afterward. But it does. The car is eviscerated. The impact of a two ton off-roader going sixty miles an hour ploughing straight into the bonnet had the force of an atom bomb. As the car flipped, It tore off the doors, sent the front-side passenger seat through the drivers-side window sending penny backwards. It flipped the chassis, bouncing it across the paddock below the road and ripped the engine apart as if it were no stronger than a spider web. It tossed wheels and hubcaps deep into the field. It ignited bits of the gas tank, so that now tiny flames lap at the wet grass. And there was so much noise. A symphony of grinding, a chorus of popping, an aria of exploding, and finally, the sad clapping of hard metal cutting into soft trees. Then it went quiet, except for this: Her and Leonard's song. The scientist by Coldplay.
