“AM 9:43” The black dial showed, inside the truck driver’s cabin.
“This is radio D-J-AAAY, 106.5, here to bring you the next bin bang!” the radio resounded through the cabin.
“And here it comes! Just shut of all other sounds and listen to it appear in your raaaaadaaaaaar!” The DJ sung out, as a tiny speck of spherical, black dust suddenly appeared in the middle of the highway, apparently out of nowhere, hanging still in mid-air.
The truck, changed lanes, heading straight towards it. With a little clipping sound the two collided and by Newton’s Laws of physics, the smaller piece of matter should have bounced right off, but it just didn’t happen here. Instead, the truck, stopped in an instant, going from 120 to 0 kilometers per hour, as if it hit an invisible brick wall. Clip, clip, clip, the little ball of black dust, pierced right through the engine, compartments and walls, pulverizing and fracturing them, stopping somewhere inside the cylindrical trailer, filled with gas and air. A single spark followed.

“9:44” The green shiny numbers of my stereo clocked shot back at me. As I looked back onto the road I saw the end coming. A truck carrying two gas trailers had spun out of control, blocking all highway lanes. Another one, carrying metal railings, intended for laying out new subway lines was cruising directly behind it. As the first truck turned over, the second one mushed right into it, in a cacophony of metal mating with metal.
I jammed on the brakes, just like the short row of cars in front of me, but it was far too late to slow down safely. The 1st truck had stopped impossibly abruptly, comically spinning in the air, flapping and twisting up as if it was a fly crushed by a pair of giant tweezers.
“Ka-blamooooghhh!” The whole thing exploded in a lovely inferno, rings of fire rippling through the road like ocean waves. Ping! Ping! Ping! Flaming metal railings flew out, gobbling up cars and bouncing against the concrete.
Crack! A railway bar went straight through my windshield piercing the passenger seat and turning it into a leathery mess, showering me with pieces of my windshield. My jeep twisted forward, raising its back into the air and disconnected from the road surface, flying upwards. I screamed something obscene.
Crack-caaawwrcchhh! Another bar tore through the roof of my jeep, heading straight for my head.

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Illustration for my sci-fi novel: [link] , Chronoscape.
Photoshop CS
Wacom Intuos 6x8 tablet, Canon 300D
Real size: 11'000x10'500 pixels or 37x35 inches