A bit late, but I’m playing catchup in between appointment bookings!
Your line for this week is:
After the accident, unease grew like a mold in the corners of his mind.
It wasn’t his fault. The thing just came flying out of nowhere and instinct had his arms flapping round his face in panic.
His fear went back years having been stung as a child, and he could still remember the difficulty breathing as anaphylactic shock set in.
Losing control of his vehicle was one thing.
What he hit was another.
It was bad enough that it happened on the way to the Palace for his Knighthood.
It was catastrophic that he hit one of the Royal Bentley’s.