From Issue 10: When Time Stops

When Time Stops Eleanor Duke We all woke up at once when our rear tires skidded sideways across the right shoulder of the highway. The driver fell asleep despite downing three Red Bulls before our departure, and he jolted awake when the car vibrated violently on the rumble strips. In trying to correct his swerve, we spun backwards, flipped over twice, and landed in the ditch next to the highway. The skids slowed us down enough that when we actually flipped we were only going about 35 miles per hour, the police told us later. We had been going 80….

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