At first, my view was obstructed by a brown paper bag and I could feel the shimmy of an engine. The vehicle accelerated in a sudden thrust, swerving about out of control. Music blared in my surroundings...loud, obnoxious, horrid. There was nothing peaceful about the tune. If classical were for angels, I could only imagine who was behind this. Lyrics were shouted in screams and it reminded me of something rotten escaping from between the grates of a sewer.

Breaks squealed as my entire bottle was hurled forward. Impact followed by a bounce as I ricocheted off something carpeted. I then slid out from the bag to be surrounded by daylight.

A man was driving, though he was not into manhood very long. Dark curls were neatly cropped around his ears and his eyes were glassy. I watched as he drank from a similar bottle since mine was empty and abandoned.

I could sense that for some reason his soul was in turmoil. Was the music a reflection or the cause of his misery?
The sky was visible through the front windshield and clouds passed in a swift momentum. It reminded me of flight, flight that I had not experienced until being transformed into that of a wish-giver.

The man began to slam his fist onto the steering wheel causing the horn to sound. Obscenities fell from his lips as he cursed at the woman in a small compact car rolling slowly ahead.

"@#$% get out of my way, &*#$!" Those words better off left to the imagination, those words taboo during my era of time.

"Excuse me?" I screamed, trying to be heard above the wicked racket.

"HEY YOU!" I attempted again, remaining unnoticed.

The car shifted and swayed. With each corner the driver was slowly loosing his reflexes. I realized that my glass would soon be mixed in with that of the windshield. This man was on a mission, a mission to self-destruct.

I began to fear, who besides me would end up in the path of his drinking?

I shifted my body weight, pulling myself to the outer layer of bottle. It took every morsel of energy to tread on the surface.

I knew that something needed to be done, but what could I do? I began the process of leaping. With no avail I was trapped by the point of my ankle. It mustn't be allowed, I thought. Who was I to help? This man was far beyond anything I could do, it was obvious he had a death wish.

In an angry swoop he lifted me from the floor of the car. The window was down and he flung the bottle outside. In that moment of flight, I noticed a young child on a bicycle crossing the road at the corner.

Clicks of moments flickered as the world about me was progressing in slow motion. The driver was not paying attention to the child in the path of his car, his focus was on the bottle. He was kissing the drink with his lips, embracing it with his demented soul.

Something amazing overpowered me, determination. I was not going to allow the driver to harm that child on the bike.

I flung myself at bullet speed from the bottle, beating the metallic demon to the corner. I stood as a shield before the child that had become paralyzed in fear.

Even though the stop sign was clearly marked, the driver maintained his speed. It was as if he were blind to the child, blind to everything. The alcohol was clouding everything about him.

I opened my mouth and inflated my lungs. My entire being puffed up and I became mammoth. Instinctively, at the point of impact, I released the wind. A violent burst spilled forth like a forceful bomb, as the front end of the car smashed in resembling an accordion. The car shot backwards, no longer a danger to the boy.

The driver appeared dazed by the impact of force. I could hear a crowd of screams all around me. The mother who I had not noticed was just ahead, her eyes only recognizing the car bouncing off the center of her child. 

The auto distanced itself at an incredible speed. The boy remained frozen, untouched, but shaken by his brush with death. I lifted him within my embrace, allowing the bicycle to fall to the ground. We drifted up and over the street. With great gentleness, I placed him on the ground next to his mother.

It was at this moment I realized I was transparent. Both mother and child gazed about, uncertain of the events as they had just occurred. "Live a long life!" I said, taking flight back to study the driver.

A gathering of spectators surrounded his car, the back end now entwined at the base of a tall oak.

A passerby was pointing at the intersection. "I can’t figure out what he hit. One minute he’s headed towards the boy... the next, he’s flung off like a slingshot and the tail end smashes against the tree."

The driver slid from the car, his bottle still within the clutches of his trembling fingers. The music had dissolved and tranquillity prevailed. The crowd would not allow the driver to flea the scene. He staggered two steps and angry faces surrounded him. I hovered above until a patrol car arrived and the police intervened.

With that my world shifted, my assignment complete. I imagined myself a morning dove as I flew upwards and circled overhead. Instinctively I knew the boy would grow up to do something remarkable and the driver would not be allowed to hurt anyone again.