‘What was that?’ I thought. I had heard something loud, so I ran over to the river and saw probably about 50-60 cars. At least it was something like that. They were all lined up and as I looked closer I saw my son’s car. I knew what that meant. My son had driven into madness, and had left me. There was no need to walk home and see if he was there. I just had to call him, and so I did. The line kept ringing and ringing until suddenly, the voice message came on. That’s when the truth came to me. He’s dead.

The link to our class blog is here.