Автокатастрофа

Its brake-lights illuminated the interior of the Lincoln, covering us with a pink sheen.

The jarring light across Catherine’s face made her seem part of this midsummer nightmare, true creature of the electric air.

his camera landed on the front seat. Its invisible silver memories of pain and excitement distilled themselves on their dark reel

He held the door open for me, his steady eyes without any show of hostility, as if calmed and relaxed by the accident we had passed.

I pointed to the smears of blood. ‘You must have hit a dog – the police may impound the car while they have the blood analysed.’

The spectators <…> climbed the embankment to the break in the wire fence.

Vaughan, by contrast, seemed to have lost interest in the accident.

Standing at the centre of this paralysed hurricane, I felt completely at ease,

Their relaxed postures implied a shared understanding of the most subtle points, as if they all realized the full significance

Warning tripods set up on the pavement flashed a rhythmic ‘Slow … Slow … Accident … Accident …’