Home?

'HOME', said the E.T, I want to call 'HOME'
-or- HOME as we call HOME
Prologue: 'THERE', as in 'HOME', as described by the 'E.T', isn't a place to receive a 'REGISTERED POST LETTER' - or was that too?
/* any associations with real-life events in this story are only fictional and here's only a fraction to it / .. but when I heard my mother's name I mistakenly pulled a hand-brake and the car suddenly started spinning all over the road and slid the highway's ramp a few times until abruptly stopping in the middle of nowhere. Then all went silent, and only the dirty smoke of the engine and the sharp smell of the burned rubber was filling the space around me. "Where am I right now?", question appeared. And while my heart was pumping a thousand million years of blood through my veins I hardly felt any exaltation arising from all the fears, and accidental consequences. I did not feel any pain. I was now sitting still, still tied to that bloody chair in the car that just missed the fatal accident. And I was suddenly gazing at the smokes rolling out from the car's engine and its solid movements into the air high above amuzed my attention. "There's so much detail in that", I kind opf thought to myself. And in that very moment, when the irresistible smell of burned rubber tyres was filling up the air around me, although very unpleasantly, and fading away, I started to enjoy it. I started to enjoy being alive, to enjoy smelling the dirt, to enjoy that my heart was pumping up those veins and filling the life into my fragile body still entrapped in it's position inside that mechanical vehicle… It appeared to me that "I've spent too much time there, and too much time on it.". It doesn't mean anything. It is not even there. And it's absence is felt with occidental accidences with serendipitous attention to details. But I was lucky this time. As the highway was namely closed for traffic, or not exactly closed, but people weren't allowed to travel more than 5 kilometers away from their home address, so the highway was actually empty. At least empty at that very moment when the accident happened. And therefore I was locky. As if I weren't I'd be probably dead. So after a while I untied myself from that chair which wasn't quite easy as the side door were partially hit by sliding a few time into the highway's side ramp a few 50m behind. I don't know how many times car hit the side ramp, and I didn't know how much damage was caused. So untying myself was the first thing to do to set myself free and circumvent the situation. I finally made it out of the car and when outside, I looked around, and firstly walked around it. When I did the circle around it, three dogs appeared, and additional creature that I momentarily didn't know what it is. It looked different, had all shapes of a dog, but it also looked like a sheep, only with dog's head. And there was no one else around, no cars, empty highway, no people. Only the trees were on both sides, and concrete floor of afour lane highway. Dogs and that creature were approaching me, cautiously, with erased shoulders, ears up, teeths out, coming closer in a pack to attack. It was a sunny sub-tropical day in pre-spring August 2021. I slid back against the car's doors where I could feel the heat on its metal rising. "What am I about to experience here?" .. / story continues */
'HOME', said the E.T, I want to call 'HOME'.
And 'LIFE' which I call 'LIVING' ~ E.T. didn't say that.
Fragments: of a story are true