Snatched from the Jaws of Death by Jacqueline MacDonald

The screeching wail of buckling metal and the drone of machinery. Urgent, murmuring voices. And barely audible beneath the cacophony, the metronomic tick-tock of the indicator.
The haze in her head clearing: sheets of rain in a sky prematurely dark, the blinding, distorted glare of headlights, hands tight on the wheel, crossing the intersection, a deafening, blaring horn. Then nothing.
And now, a biting pain in her neck, the belt pulled tight. Suspended in the overturned pile of metal, blood flowing to her head. Through the spiderweb of shattered glass, upside-down boots. Like a tin can, the peeling back of metal as the jaws of life reach in to free her.




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