high and dry

a massive wreck, cars scattered throughout the highway, and I approached peering through a box-hole. swerving left, i corrected right, over a lane, watching the cars grow bigger in my way and pass through a box hole. my foot never lightened on the gas, i jerked left, and wrecked. the squad car hit sand bags, tail-end upraised, then fell. the hood popped open and i got out.
are you okay?
i'm frustrated. i'm usually great at dealing with stuff like this. i looked around. passengers wandered between cars with flats, busted radiators, banged and bruised bumpers, accordion fronts.
i moseyed away from my car and carnage leaving it behind and unresolved.