Yep, it's Six Sentence Sunday time.
Brakes screeching, gears crunching, Gill swerved and almost didn’t hit it – but she clipped its rear. Shaking and furious at herself for not noticing the lights had changed to red, she climbed out of her car. The driver of the Astra she had pranged, unfolded his legs and got out. At least he's OK, Gill thought.
‘Are you…,’ Gill began, then stopped. 'You!’
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