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Rated: E · Non-fiction · Contest Entry · #2242069
... a crushing experience.The Dialogue 500 contest Jan. 2021
"Help me! I've been in a car accident!"
"What?!? Are you in hospital?"
"NO... I'm at home.*s-i-g-h*"
Ahhh... So you're not hurt?"
"Well, no... and yes! *sniff* *sigh* *sniff*"
"No actual wounds, but I'm scarred for life. I know it. And little Dub... she surely is hurt. And scarred badly, too."
"But... what? How...?"
"We got run over by a semi-trailer."
"You WHAT?"
"Run over by a semitrailer! One of those dirty big car-carrying types!"
"But hang on, you're home and you're not hurt... or you are. Or something. How on earth—"
"He ran over little VeeDub and hurt HER. But that's not the worst!"
"Huh? Your Volkswagen is damaged and you're not hurt?"
"YES! *sob* *sniffle* *snuffle* THAT's what I've been telling you! Grrr…"
"But I still don't 'get it'. You're fine, so... ?"
"He didn't even feel me! THAT was the worst. Do you get THAT?"
"Look! Hang up right now, go and make a cup of tea and sit in your recliner and breathe… quietly and deeply… OK?"
"Shall I schloop a little Brandy into the tea?"
"Now THAT's a very good idea. Yes. Do it. I'll be home soon."


"OK. Now I'm here. Tell me all about it while I hold you tight."
"I was minding my own business, waiting in the left lane of the Boundy Road T-junction, when this great mountain of a semitrailer pulled up alongside. Of course, I thought he was turning right."
"Yes. I can picture that corner… AND peak hour traffic."
"Yes but... he turned LEFT, and at first I thought that was OK - must be safe to go if his great hulk was moving, but I didn't have the nerve to scoot around the corner on the inside of him. And as I watched and waited, his great wheels - almost as tall as poor little VeeDub - came closer and closer - each stinking set of them."
"There, there. Ohh but that was scary! Phew-w-w, shush now, darling."
"I was SO scared. I leaned away far as I could, snapping my seatbelt open, convinced those great tyres would roll right over me. Just when all hope seemed gone, the last wheels loomed right next to me and went straight over poor little Dub's mudguard and front bumper bar."
"You could still drive home? Dub wasn't damaged too badly for driving?"
"No-o-o. We can sort of fix it. But wait, there's more—"
"This is the WORST part! I couldn't catch him and stop him to yell at him - there was TOO much traffic. I lost him, dammit! He needed to know he'd run over me and Dubs, and never even felt us! What a victim 'impact' statement that would've made on the Most Important Precedents in History list... but that's IT! I'm catching the bus to work from tomorrow on. 2021 has become a jungle out there for baby Volkswagens!"

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