The car hit hard enough from behind to push them forward twenty feet.  The force of the air bag knocked him senseless.

He shook cobwebs loose as a rumbling sound persisted in one ear.  A sidewise glance and the train’s horn sounded.

He had been sitting at the crossing gate.

Jim Purdy is a retired engineering manager who lives in Oregon and spends his day with his faithful dog who never gives him disparagement.  She wags her tail as he reads her whatever he has just written.