Why You Should Never Look At Accidents

A Story by Amelia Allen

Never look at accidents. Or else something very bad will happen.

He drove on down the highway, glancing out the window to his left, when he collided with the car in front of him, both vehicles disintegrating into smithereens.

He rolled out of the wreckage, feeling an immense amount of pressure on his arm, when it fell off.

He sighed, wishing that hadn’t happened in front of all these people. “Man. I wish that hadn’t happened in front of all these people,” he said.

“Hey dude, you okay?” the man he’d run into asked, holding his head up on his shoulders.

“Yeah. You?”

He shrugged. “Eh.”

Across the divider, where drivers were headed northbound, cars had slowed to a stop to stare at them in awe.

“Look, nothing to see here,” he said, waving them on with the arm that was still attached as the other guy called an ambulance.

But they refused to listen. They continued to gawk at the armless and headless men.

“Please keep moving. This is all really very embarrassing for me.”

As if he hadn’t said anything, they continued to stare.

“Kindly keep moving? I’d prefer no one saw me like this. There’s blood everywhere. And I might have pooped my pants.”

He sighed when everyone remained where they were.

Two miles away, impatiently sitting in bumper to bumper traffic, a talented young writer was eager to get to her loving boyfriend, whom she hadn’t seen in a week. But because she was so infuriated from being in traffic as long as she had, she exploded. And when the world lost such an amazing person, it exploded. And that’s why you should never look at accidents.