A Narrow Escape From Mark
The driver sensed the urgency and pressed down on the gas pedal. The tires spun briefly on a patch of black ice before gripping the asphalt.
Mark lunged forward, his fingers brushing against the metal door handle just as the car lurched forward.
He stumbled but kept running alongside the moving vehicle. His face was pressed near the glass, contorted with exertion and desperation.
He was too late to stop the momentum we had already built.