The Moment He Lost Control.

He wasn't my best mate, but I knew him well enough at school. Smart lad. Always saying he was going to do big things. Last I heard he was at uni doing marketing and had some sort of placement lined up with a sports firm. Then one night on the motorway, somewhere out near Birmingham, he lost his head. A woman didn't indicate. That was it. He sped up, clipped her back end, just a nudge but it was enough. Her car flipped. She died. So did her two little girls. Both his dash cam and a lorry's caught it all. No way out of it. He got forty-odd years. Sometimes I still think about him, not as the bloke on the news, but as the kid who used to sit two desks behind me in school and talk about the future like it was already sorted.