My Car Accident Was Preordained

I didn’t stand a chance

Colleen Millsteed
6 min readNov 1, 2021


My Car Accident Was Preordained. I didn’t stand a chance. A Non-Fiction Short Story written by Colleen Millsteed.
Photo by Popescu Andrei Alexandru on Unsplash

I was twenty one years of age and the year was 1987, when I purchased a new ‘used’ car. This new car looked like a brand new station wagon but it was in fact second hand.

Until this day I had only ever owned cars that were not much to look at but as Dad was a mechanic, the cars run better than they looked.

In 1987, I paid more than I ever had before for a car, that both looked new and was mechanically sound. I was so proud of this car, but it was this car that was to share my preordained fate over the coming months.

Three months after I purchased this vehicle, I was heading to work one morning and was stopped behind two or three other cars at a red traffic light. I happened to glance in my rear vision mirror, noted the Commodore stopped behind me. However coming up behind the Commodore was a Holden Statesman and I could see that it was moving too fast. It was not going to be able to stop in time and sure enough it rear-ended the Commodore.

The Commodore was then pushed forward until it hit me in the rear end. Luckily I was able to slam on the brakes to stop me being pushed into the rear of the car in front of me.

We did the usual exchange of details, as no one was injured, and went about our day. I was truly devastated at the large unsightly dent in the rear of my ‘new’ car.

Before I was able to organise the repairs on my car, I was to be involved in another accident two weeks after the first accident.

It was Melbourne Cup Day, third of November 1987. Friends of mine had invited me to the Perth Racetrack that day, for a champagne breakfast and a day at the horse races. But being Miss Responsibility, I turned them down as I had to work that day. They begged me to call in sick and join them for a fun day.

In one way I wished I had taken them up on their offer but then again, my preordained accident would have happened on another day, if I had called in sick.

I drove to work as usual, then ducked out at lunchtime to pick up a personal parcel at the post office.

Only I didn’t make it to the post office — well not uninjured — and I didn’t make it back to work either.



Colleen Millsteed

Top Writer in Poetry. I’m a Finance Manager with a love of both numbers and words.