Needles not
for Knitting
1. Just Happy To
Be Alive
I left my home with loved ones safely sleeping in their
beds. A feeling of contentment washed
over me. I should have stayed and
enjoyed the moment.
A car flew past me as I pulled out of my driveway, mistaking
my suburban lane for the Autobahn. At the
four-way stop, I let the guy next to me go first. A tan SUV arrived a moment
later, rolled through the stop, almost hitting me, clearly not understanding
the whole ‘take your turn’ concept.
Pennsylvania ranks third nationally for deer v. car
collisions. Someone who might not have
known that rode my bumper as I drove slowly through a wooded section of my
route. I almost wished a deer would jump
out in front of me. Given the choice of
hitting the deer or slamming on my brakes, I may have hit the brakes. Both our cars might be totaled, but the deer
would be safe, and I’d be able to ask the tailgator if he was close enough now.
The tailgator roared past me as we turned onto the divided
highway. He almost hit a dump truck. The
truck stood on his breaks and hit his horn.
Tailgator ran a red light and was gone.
I turned into the industrial
park, relieved to arrive intact.
Today I will be grateful when I arrive safely.
Needles Not For Knitting (c) 2016 by
Ken Montrose
Needles Not For Knitting is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the
characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.
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