He told her there were a thousand ways to die on the road. She guessed there were just as many ways to die at home, so she stuck out her thumb and started her life. So far there have been 845 near misses. 155 to go.
You’d think car crashes would be high up on the list, but they’re so mundane. Nothing like steak knives falling from the sky. She wore a hard hat for a month after that. Some of the scars never healed. Every bump and bruise on her body is a story that only she can tell.