These Hands

Oh my God! What have I done? These hands! My anger! Everything spiralled out of control. I didn't mean it, I swear. I - I don't know what to do now. Who do I call? This wasn't my fault or maybe it was. I was provoked.

I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Some of the street lights were off. I'm on an empty highway. I should have remembered to charge my cell phone.

Who would have thought I'd be stuck in the rain with a broken-down car? Who would have thought I'd get so frustrated changing a flat tyre that I'd end up smashing the car with my greasy crowbar? Now I'm stranded until break of dawn.