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So I'm a little cautious about posting my writing to groups... I fear rejection. In all of its forms in life.

I'd feel better if someone read my stuff and saw if it was acceptable. First part here.
Athe    We were laughing.
    Dad had told a joke, everyone was laughing.
    The horn sounded on the semi weaving into our lane.
    Squeal of brakes.
    Screams.
    Then silence.
    I woke on the side of the road.
    Alone.
    My arm was broken.
    I was a good hundred yards from the crash.
    I was lucky not to be hamburger meat.
    The others... The driver, my family...
    They were dead.
    I limped back to the wreck to make sure. Looking through the shattered windshield of my family's red Suburban caused me to have to step away. I spent about ten minutes in the bushes, and I only came away when I was empty; at stomach, at heart, and at mind.
    I looked both ways down the highway. Nothing for miles. Little chance of being found soon.
    I wrote a note with a pencil and paper I'd stored in the ba
I'll be more confident eventually. I'm just new to this whole thing.