I didn’t connect the mouse and the headlights at first. The mouse barely registered in my consciousness, a blip under my wheels. It was dark; a blur of movement caught my eye…by the time my brain interpreted it as tiny mammal running rather than wind-blown leaf, I’d flattened it. A pang of regret and it was forgotten. No guilt. Not yet.
And there’s nothing strange about a car spinning a u-turn. I simply sped up to avoid the angry glare of lights from the car now following me.
Usually I’m the first to jump to conclusions, then spread them like fact on toast. The mouse, the headlights. Should’ve known immediately what it meant. Perhaps after Brian I’m hesitant.