Four lines of prose about: the struggle.
Off in Vancouver to see friends, be back on Sunday.
He had struggled mightily to stay awake, sacrificing cup after cup of foul coffee in the effort. Victory seemed assured until defeat arrived out of nowhere, like a lightning bolt from a clear blue sky. The telephone pole had moved like a ninja, he'd told the frowning policeman with the pen and writing pad.
Now, surveying the wreckage as the fire crew began packing up to head home, he wondered if he'd ever be allowed to drive the school bus again.