Jacob Hickey
English 110-H4
Professor Miller
For this assignment, pick ONE of these topics and write a narrative that includes all of the 5 senses. Help the reader SEE, SMELL, TASTE, TOUCH, and HEAR the scene you’re creating.
Highway accident
I can still hear the screaming and the sound of metal scratching together during that horrible morning in late November. It was gray, everywhere. You know how November is. There is no sun, no leaves, no grass. It was 32 degrees even that morning, just enough for the precipitation coming down from the sky to be frozen when it hit the road pavement. I climbed into my 2011 Toyota Prius. I had just bought it on the used car sales lot. It smelled clean, in a lemony-disinfectant-type way and the heated seats were a nice feature too, taking the chill away and warming my back. I texted my mom and dad to tell them I was going to Portland for the afternoon to visit with some friends and that I was getting into the car. This let them know not to text me and helped to prevent any thought I might have of texting and driving. I typed, “Be back tonight <3<3”. That was the last time I would be able to type with my fingers on the screen. I buckled up and pressed the button to start the engine. The slow vibration of the hybrid began and I backed out of my gravel driveway and began my trip to Portland.
It began to rain. I was not too concerned because at the age of 25, I was experienced enough and had lived in Maine my whole life, so I knew how to drive in messy weather. I veered onto the on-ramp to get onto I-95 South to visit with some of my old college buddies. I looked back as I yielded to oncoming traffic and I started to speed up. The music was on, my favorite, classic 80s rock; a little Guns N Roses’, “Paradise City”. It was good, the holidays were finally here and my job was looking good at the moment because my boss liked me. Everything was looking up.
I noticed that the rain started to pick up and cars were beginning to slow down. With the traffic, I slowed my speed too. Going 45 miles per hour, I didn’t think I would get into any sort of trouble. As the next song began, I started to hydroplane. I tried to turn the steering wheel the other way! “OH NO”, I screamed. Sweat started to pour down my face, my eyes were wide. I was completely panicked. I looked ahead and saw this 18-wheeler ahead of me! I was out of control! Nothing I did helped.
It was like in the movies. Slow motion with the classical music in the background. Only, this was real life. As my car smashed into this massive truck, my life flashed before my eyes. My forehead plunged into the windshield, and that was the last thing I remember. The next thing I knew, I was gradually gaining consciousness, awakening in what felt like a thick, pasty fog. My head was throbbing as if someone were beating me with a heavy object and my family was by my side, sobbing. As I looked down, to my horror, my arms were gone. I was shocked, my heart seized by a thousand icy fingers. Having worked with amputees, I knew I was facing years of rehab before I would even be able to function again. With that realization dawning, I passed out, lunging back into deep, dark unconsciousness.