Heels Over Head

a real-life adventure

to anyone who has ever had a bad wreck

Now available in ebook format!
Chapter One

For a brief instant, I didn't know for sure if I'd be alive when the car stopped moving. I knew I was upside down, but I didn't know what direction I was heading. Or where the car would land.

Pavement grinding across the roof of the car and fracturing the windshield had replaced the comforting whispery rhythm of raindrops. The fresh aroma of moisture-laden pine had been replaced by the bitter and suffocating stench of burning plastic. I remember thinking my airbag had replaced a few of my front teeth. With air.

I assumed my children were dead. They screamed when the tail end of the car veered to the right on the rain soaked interstate. But then they were silent. Frightfully silent. My deepest fear had always been who would take care of them if anything happened to me. For that fragment of a second, however, my life didn't flash before me, and I didn't think of all the things I wouldn't get to do. All I could think of was my kids.

Who would take care of me if I survived and they didn't?

What if we all died? Would my children greet me with their customary hugs and smiles when I joined them in that bright white light people talk about as they recount near death experiences? I wondered if Taz and Raz would ever speak to me again, being as I'd been the one behind the wheel when their short lives ended.

I wondered what I'd say to God.

"I know it must seem right now as if I didn't appreciate Your entrusting these two precious children to my care. I really do love them. I didn't mean for this to happen..."

The car finally came to a halt after skidding off the jersey barrier in the muddy median. The silence was deafening. Not even the blaring of my horn and full throttle revving of my engine could drown out the quiet. I didn't immediately realize the horror was over, or that I was hanging upside down from my seatbelt.

Even my heart and my lungs were still. I was afraid to move. Until I heard first one scream from the back seat, then a strained second. My heart leaped into action. My children were alive!

Read Part II here.

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Copyright 2012 by Deborah and Brett AtkinsonAll rights reserved. No part of this book - prose, photos or graphics - may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without express prior written permission of the author.

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