I hit a dog on the freeway.

It was scary. I couldn't move because there were cars around me. I think. And I didn't want to fly off into the the ditch and flip the car.

It was a big dog. It was wild. There were two of them. I honked. He heard me too late. I tried to swerve in between the two of them, but no.

And then I pulled over and I couldn't find the dog anywhere, nor was there any evidence of anything on the front of my car.

It felt like I hit a wet log and then drove over it.

It was horrible. I gave a good scream as it happened. I shook for a few minutes.

no prose here, just jostle-y bits of thought as they reconcile themselves with the event.