This is an excerpt from a nonfiction story about a policeman's job.
Middle Aged (35-54)
North American, US General American (GenAm), US Midwest (Chicago, Great Lakes)
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And then there are the fatal accidents, nothing more unnatural, fatal accidents hit home even if you don't know the person why? Because I drive on this road. So do you. You've been through this intersection 1000 times, you've slowed down for that curve in the road since you started learning how to drive and now you're standing next to a dead body in that very same place. Why do crashes happen? Drunk driving, negligence, distracted, reckless, confused texts, a phone call, a facebook notification. The crash you work tonight will never leave you. Images will be burned into your memory, smells that will remind you of twisted metal and death.