Zak is late. He drives over the bridge, way too fast. Bird shit splatters the windshield. He flicks the wipers on. It smears, doesn’t clean. He can’t see, panics, loses control, and crashes into the fast flowing waters below. #fiction

Zak is late. He drives over the bridge, way too fast. Bird shit splatters the windshield. He flicks the wipers on. It smears, doesn’t clean. He can’t see, panics, loses control, and crashes into the fast flowing waters below. #fiction