The word is erratic. The word count is seventy-five.
Daniel was tall for his age; twelve. It was dark outside and everyone in the house was asleep. Quietly, he slipped outside and slid into the seat of his dad’s fifty-seven Chevy behind the barn and turned the key. The motor purred and he backed out on the dirt drive and headed toward town. Turning the wheel at the bridge, the wheel was erratic and the car veered into the night, into the river.
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