I drove off without looking back, vision blurred and head swimming.
I tried to focus on following the yellow lines away from town, but somewhere took a wrong turn back to the intersection. People had gathered. A gurney had been wheeled out.
I reversed, taking backstreets toward the highway, thinking of my daughter waiting at home in her pink sunhat. I rounded the corner and found myself back at the intersection.
The crowd had grown. I recognized some of the faces watching me in the light of the sirens.
By the third time around, I understood. Each time I drove away. Each time, the road brought me back. Each time, the interval was shorter, my world smaller.
Finally I pulled into the intersection and on each side I saw another street leading to another intersection leading to another street with my car in the middle,
my drink-flushed face behind the wheel.
This is my world now: an intersection, a flashing siren, a pink sunhat lying in the road.
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