Spinning into snow

    He could still get there on time if he hurried. It was cold and he turned on the heat. The radio was playing Smashing Pumpkins. Outside it was wet and sleak, snow still on the ground. The road was turning fast and sharp like a whip, trees on either side. It happened without warning. The tire must have caught something because he felt it jerk, then turn sharp and he was spinning, spinning, spinning fast. He stopped

    Suddenly,

   …in the snow. In the snowdrift. “Shit!” he said, then fuck. He sat there for a moment, hands still on the steering wheel, drumming. The radio was still playing.