A Single Shot
Have you ever been in the wrong place at the wrong time? I have.
How could this happen?
One day, driving home from class, this jet black BMW was on my tail. When I merged on main road, I was on his tail. He slowed down. So I passed him and he honked at me. Then he sped up and I cut him off.
I watched him in the mirror. He stayed behind me.
When I came to a “Stop” sign, the BMW pulled up next to me. I looked over and I saw the driver had a gun pointed at me. A single shot fired. A moment later, I was in a different place. A really different place. I saw my grandmother. She looked very peaceful than when I last saw her, about to be packed away.