For this week's Sunday Snippet I'm continuing from where I left off last week.
He braked to a halt, hauled in a deep breath and eased out of his car. Shock had drained all colour from the farmer’s face where he stood leaning against the huge back wheel of the tractor and staring into the car-wreck. Another man was puking at the curb-side and another, his shoulders heaving, stood with his hands clamped to what had been an open front window
Jim didn’t want to know, and couldn’t fight the urge, the gut instinct that told him he needed to know. Without conscious thought he dugout his mobile and dialled 999. He doubted anyone else had, unless the drivers in the cars queuing up on the other side of the pile-up had done so. With an unreal sense of detachment enveloping him, Jim looked back, noted several cars had pulled up behind his own vehicle and that no one had attempted to get out.
He couldn’t blame them. They, unlike himself, would have no reason. They hadn’t seen the car shoot past him on a blind bend, hadn’t recognised it, didn’t know the female driver.
That's it for this week, :-) Thanks for coming by and you'll find lots more free-read snippets at Snippet Sunday