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locked, or something of the sort. I took my foot off the accelerator and the
car came to a halt, then started to slide back, faster and faster, for all
the world as if I'd run into that rubber band and now it was snapping back.
screeched on the road, and as soon as I flipped it over, the car snapped
back so fast that I was thrown against the wheel.
pavement as the driver swung his rig to miss me. The truck made a swishing
sound as it went rushing past and beneath the swishing, I could hear the
rubber of the tires sucking at the roadbed, and the whole thing rumbled as
if it might be angry at me for causing it this trouble. And as it went
rushing past, my car came to a halt, over on the shoulder of the road.
Then the truck hit whatever I had hit. I could hear it when it struck.
It made a little plop. For a single instant, I thought the truck might break
through whatever the barrier might be, for it was heavy and had been going
fast and for a second or so there was no sign that it was slowing down. Then
humping, so that they seemed to be skipping on the pavement, still moving
forward doggedly, but still not getting through.
stopped. And there the rig came to a halt and began skidding back. It slid
smoothly for a moment, with the tires squealing on the pavement, then it
began to jackknife. The rear end buckled around and came sideways down the
road, heading straight for me.
I had been sitting calmly in the car, not dazed, not even too much
puzzled. It all had happened so fast that there had not been time to work up
much puzzlement. Something strange had happened, certainly, but I think I
would all come right again.
So I had stayed sitting in the car, absorbed in watching what would
happen to the truck. But when it came sliding back down the road,
jackknifing as it slid, I slapped the handle of the door and shoved it with
my shoulder and rolled out of the seat. I hit the pavement and scrambled to
my feet and ran.
crash of metal, and when I heard the crash, I jumped out on the grassy
shoulder of the road and had a look behind me. The rear end of the truck had
slammed into my car and shoved it in the ditch and now was slowly, almost
majestically, toppling into the ditch itself, right atop my car
'Hey, there!' I shouted. It did no good, of course, and I knew it
wouldn't. The words were just jerked out of me.
The cab of the truck had remained upon the road, but it was canted with
one wheel off the ground. The driver was crawling from the cab.
It was a quiet and peaceful morning. Over in the west some heat
lightning was skipping about the dark horizon. There was that freshness in
and the beat closes down on you. To my right, over in the village, the
street lights were still burning, hanging still and bright, unstirred by any
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