SSSSCCCRRRREEEECCCHHHH……BOOM! You look up, dazed for split second, until the screams of a family outside flow into your ears, awakening you into what happened. Wait….what did happen? You try to collect your thoughts. You were driving, turned the corner, and then….and then… YOUR PHONE! That’s it, your phone went off. You picked it up, started typing a message, when… No…no…you focus on the front of your car. A man, a woman, a little girl, crying, screaming. Oh no. You work your way out of the driver’s seat, look to the front of the car, and see…blood… You walk slowly around and see it. You see what happened, what you did, and freeze. He must of ran out when you weren’t looking. “Pickles! Pickles, no!” a small voice cries, and your heart shatters as you look into the eyes of the little girl, and you see yourself in her eyes. You were 10 years old. Mom and Dad had surprised you with a puppy for your 9th birthday. She was your best pal, played with you everyday after school. It became routine. Until….until…. The distracted driver. He never saw her coming. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. He claimed it was an “accident”. An accident? He chose his phone over the safety of himself, other drivers, and any persons and living beings around him. His selfishness, his choices, took away your best friend. And now you’ve taken someone else’s. Tears roll down your face. Your whole body collapses with the guilt of your actions. You fall to your knees in front of the little girl, feeling like a child yourself. You can’t undo what has been done. The act is done. You have made your choice. 5 years go by. You thought about that family, Pickles, every day. You know you can’t undo what’s been done. But you have made a change. As soon as you sit in car, before you even put the key in the ignition, you take a minute. Phone gets turned off, not silenced, not on vibrate, but completely off, and placed in the glovebox. Out of sight, out of mind. Your eyes are focused on the road, and you drive with ease, knowing that never again will you risk a life by distracted driving.
Flashback is a “put yourself in this position” type of piece. It places you (the reader) as the driver that has just taken a life due to distracted driving. But this incident has more value to you. You experienced this same event as a child. After looking into the eyes of a crying child, you get thrown into a flashback of when you were in her position. The guilt ways on you heavenly, prompting you to make a change, because though you cannot undo what you have already done, you can make changes to reduce or eliminate any future risks caused by distracted driving.