Drabble #9 - Flip a coin; make a wish – Part 1

The word twisted is better defined by my car on that day than a few lines in a dictionary. Coiled around the guardrail on Interstate 94, it was lost somewhere between Bismarck and Minneapolis, just beyond the North Dakota-Minnesota line. Go to it and all you’d find now is scrapped asphalt and bent metal, a dent in the endless line. When you’re sitting on the side of the highway with a bleeding temple and sore everything, you realize that the universe doesn’t care about how much you paid for your 2010 Chevy Cobalt, or that you still have college debts.