Lights Out
I pull on my gear and step into the passenger side of the car. It’s pitch black outside. My microphone crackles loudly so I turn the volume down. “Toby. Toby. Do you copy?” says the voice. “I read you loud and clear.” I reply. I move around and try to get comfortable, although these rally cars are made for speed, not comfort. My dream is to one day become a world wide known rally racer. The driver’s door opens and Pete steps in. He goes through the safety checks and we pull up to the starting line. He doesn’t need to ask me if I’m ready. Every time I’d reply: “I was born ready!”
The engine revs up loudly and then we’re off! Rounding the corner we were moving very fast - probably around 300 km/h - when we drift off the track and bang into the tire wall, damaging the fuel tank and causing it to leak. The lights in the car go out. Pete, unaware of the fuel leak strikes a match to light the way. “NOOO!” I yell. This was a very bad idea. My yelling gave Pete a fright and he drops the match. The world explodes around me. Red, white and orange. Then….. BLACK.
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