Reflexes

At 9:40 PM, a 22 year old woman is driving a stretch of freeway. She swerves to miss a stalled car on the shoulder, skids out of control, breaks through a mesh fence, flips over and lands, top-down, in a icy creek. She was there for 25 minutes before she was discovered, dead from undisclosed injuries.

 I can think I control my destiny, that it is in by my will that I thrive. And then a hasty compensating gesture proves us wrong.

At the cusp of life, it ends. And why? Because of a flinch.