Close Call

Close call. Riding my bicycle right side of the road and coming upon a car coming the other way I was about to stay on my side of the road and pass by the fork in the road. Last minute (little did I think this word 'last' might have been meaningful in a way I was about to suddenly realize) just before the fork I perceived that the car was not slowing down and was angling toward me. I swerved to the left avoiding the car which had morphed into a weapon and as the handler of the weapon passed into the fork I saw her. She was texting. She was able to find the fork without ever looking up from the essential text she was sending.