A COUPLE OF BROKEN BONES

by Alvaro Rodriguez

Oliver was driving down Ashland Avenue; it was a cold December night. The temperatures were very low and the roads had a thin sheet of ice on them. There was a car behind him and it wanted to race; it kept on speeding up next to him.  So my uncle hit the accelerator and his car spun out of control. He slammed on the brakes, but it was no use; the car continued to fly down the street until it hit the sidewalk and crashed into a light pole. The car hit the light pole at least seventy miles per hour.
          
Then I got a phone call, I was in the kitchen getting a snack because I was watching a movie with my girlfriend.  When I answered the phone, it was a man with a deep voice.  

“This is the Chicago Police Department, may I speak to Alvaro Rodriguez.” 

I knew that something was wrong, but I didn’t know why the cop told me that I needed to get to 35th and Ashland as soon as possible. As I was getting there, I heard and saw sirens. I saw a man on the floor, he was tall, thin, and had long hair.  I knew that it was my uncle. I panicked. I froze. For a moment, I thought that he was dead. Then I saw him move, I was glad that he was alive.
           
When I got closer, I saw his white sports car and on top of the car there was the light from the light pole. The windows were all shattered, some of the car’s tires were missing, but there was no sign of blood. The engine was still running and there was smoke coming out of it. The car was almost split in half; the firebird sticker on the hood of the car was hugging the pole with its wings. There were a lot of voices coming from everywhere. 

I heard, “Turn off the car!”

“Get an ambulance out here, fast.” I had a puzzled look on my face my eyes were wide open I tried to get closer, but I couldn’t.  I had a lot of things going through my head I was thinking if my uncle was going to make it or not. I was still shocked that my uncle had made it out of that accident with his life and only a couple of broken bones.