I had the car for a week, my first car, the one that has taken me to Boston, New Hampshire, and Portland more times than I can count. Driving home from grandmas, I stopped at an intersection. Another car right next to me, parked facing the wrong way on the wrong side of the street. He started backing up, not seeing me. I only had time to think ‘oh crap, he’s gonna hit me’ before his car scraped against the passenger side of mine. My first car now had a scar.
Well, you're hooked on the mini-vignettes, but, no, for the week's theme, something with a little more gas in the tank. Try a rewrite, either deepening this (even a sketch can be deep) or finding something you can work with better.
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