That Was It My Life Was over...

Black, long stripes of braking wheels, big spots of dark, spilled fluids, blood and little rectangles of broken glass. Screams and waiting for help.

It was an early morning, July 6, 2007, in Denver. The sun was about to rise from black skies starting to change color. The light breeze slowly moved the green leaves on roadside trees with birds singing from the branches. I and my friends, Pole and Rome, were coming back from work to home. We worked at the casino in Central City and it usually took us one hour to get to Denver. Our trip consisted of two parts: the first one was 21 miles in the canyon and the second was 30 miles on straight freeway. The canyon road was kind of dangerous because of many sharp curves and blind spots. The other 30 miles was very easy to drive because the road is straight and all you have to do is stay in your lane and watch for police patrols if you are driving over the limit.

That day, problems began as soon as we finished our work. First, I could not find my keys and we spent twenty minutes looking for them. Finally, we were on the way home and after fifteen minutes of driving one of our front tires just exploded and I had to replace it. This took me another fifteen minutes. After that, we returned to the road and began to discuss what happened.

"It is a little suspicious that I lost my keys and punched a tire on the same day. What do you think guys?" I said.

"It is just a coincidence. Do not worry about it," exclaimed Pole.

"I think that it is all the devil's game or a sign that we should not drive a car," said Rome, thoughtfully.

Having listened to their answers I started thinking about the devil. Is he real or just imaginary? What if Ivan was right? What if it was a real devil's game? If nobody saw him it means that he is unreal, I calmed myself. Meanwhile we passed half of the way and entered the freeway. After five minutes I realized that there were only three cars on the road. Two of them were in the middle lane and one in...