Loose - Microfiction

“Whoa.”

He realizes he almost hit another car.

Switched lanes too close, he thinks.

Wheel feels loose in his hands. Car speeding up. Not really thinking through the driving. Just doing and reacting.

He enters a turn.

Car feels like it is sliding in the bend. He knows it isn’t, but in his head he isn’t holding his lane and is sliding out through the outside lanes.

“Hold on.”

He races to catch them. He knows they are somewhere ahead.

“Get control.”

Two cars ahead. One right in front. The other on the left. One in front is going to slow. Gap between is shrinking.