Predicament

She was normally a very safe driver.
On the night of the accident it really wasn’t her fault. It was dark and raining when the rabbit ran out from the side of the road, causing her to swerve. She slid down the embankment and hit a tree. It took a while for her to come to her senses and look around. All she could think of was the rabbit. She looked around the car, then climbed up the bank and checked the road before she was convinced that she hadn’t hit it. She then began to think of herself and the predicament she was in. She was getting soaked. She tried starting the car, but had no luck. She was forced into going the final mile into town on foot.

It was when she saw the boy from number twelve that had been knocked down and killed in the high street several months ago that the penny dropped.