There was a shift:
The transmission, that is.
Reverse.
Despite warm weather
The windows were still up
Blaring that infernal hip-hop beat.
Frantic banging on the glass commenced.
Followed by screams.
Followed by writhing.
At the wrong place at the wrong time:
My bare foot.
With toes that now look like Rice Krispies.
And this little piggy squealed
All the way to the ER.