Our Mini Cooper, sitting quietly in our driveway unattended, will just decide to roll its windows down. After looking at each other askance and wondering about homeless people, a Google told us ours wasn’t the only one.
When we called the service department, they speculated that it could have been a bird strike. I said no way, since there were no feathers, no blood, nothing organic, just chunks of glass.
I enjoyed this essay. I'm glad that you were not injured. Perhaps the heat was a factor. Sunroofs should be designed to withstand cracking. In your added note about this essay, you have a typing error. In paragraph 3, you mean "harder," not "harded." Best wishes! Janet
Great piece, and a PSA to boot.
LOL
Liked the piece a lot! And... thought of another highway to hell (or Hel). Please find attached.
https://tintjournal.com/short-story/the-fern-flower
What a great twist--and the peninsula made me think of the opening of Martin Cruz Smith's Tatiana.
Our Mini Cooper, sitting quietly in our driveway unattended, will just decide to roll its windows down. After looking at each other askance and wondering about homeless people, a Google told us ours wasn’t the only one.
When we called the service department, they speculated that it could have been a bird strike. I said no way, since there were no feathers, no blood, nothing organic, just chunks of glass.
I enjoyed this essay. I'm glad that you were not injured. Perhaps the heat was a factor. Sunroofs should be designed to withstand cracking. In your added note about this essay, you have a typing error. In paragraph 3, you mean "harder," not "harded." Best wishes! Janet
You're very welcome!