Letters From The Time Traveler: When Time Stopped

Dearest,

There are very few times when it feels time stops. When I was in an automobile accident years ago, between spotting the vehicle to the impact, time indeed did stop. Slow down. And then speed up.

My associate and I were on our way to a meeting. The snow was coming down fast and furious. The roads were slick but we had one last assignment before traveling to the next time.

We were chatting and listening to holiday music (so convenient, vs. the old gramophone in my old apartment). The sun was shining down, making the snowflakes sparkle. We had both done well in this assignment and it was a job well done.

Until my associate looked down to change the music and then I looked up. A large red truck was barreling towards us, and not stopping. With the slick roads, I figured they were unable to stop.

And they weren’t.

As the smoke rose from the hood, the other driver got out of their truck. They had t-boned my associate's car but their truck did not have a scratch. I climbed out, shaking, and made sure there was nothing wrong with me or my associate.

The other driver apologized profusely. As I looked at the damage, the back left tire had exploded entirely. The left-back door was completely bent in. The impact…