Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78357 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
I straighten the wheel and put the car into reverse as I peer through the back window. I can’t see for shit. I put my foot down on the accelerator and the wheels spin. I do it again and I can hear them spinning hard over the engine in the mud but there is no traction.
I’m trapped.
Shit, this is the monumental fuck up of all fuck ups.
Think.
What would be the logical thing to do?
I could try and dig the car out of the mud, but with the rain coming down like it is, there is next to zero chance of that; everything is mud.
I could walk up to the highway and try and flag down a passing car.
What cars, there are no fucking cars. Maybe I should I just stay in the car until morning?
I look around at my surroundings. It’s dark and creepy and pouring down rain and the windshield is fogging up on the inside. Spending the night here is my worst nightmare.
I try to think outside the box, what would you do if a car was trapped in mud? I try to think back to those reality in the wild television programs and what they would do in this circumstance. Put sticks under the wheels to try and drive over for traction.
Yes, that’s it.
I open the door and the rain is really coming down hard. I slam the door shut again.
Oh crap.
For ten minutes, I sit in the darkness weighing my options.
Okay, get out of the car, find some sticks and put them under the wheels. How hard can that be?
I glance down at what I’m wearing, tight skirt with high heel shoes. “You idiot,” I mutter as I peer out onto the ground, maybe I should take my shoes off. No, I need them, who knows what’s on the ground out there. “These are fucking expensive shoes, too.”
“Okay, let’s do this.” I give myself a pep talk. I take a deep breath and open the door in a rush. I climb out and look around at my surroundings. The car is on a gentle slope. It’s not as bad as I first thought. I walk around the car, inspecting the damage; only one back tire is buried in mud.
Yes, maybe I could get out of here.
Sticks, I need all the sticks. I begin to scrounge around on the ground, feeling around with my feet. The rain is hammering down, and I look up at the sky. “Are you kidding me?” I cry to the heavens. I find a branch and I drag it around and put it behind the back wheel. I find another and another. I’m saturated.
I put them on the ground as I scrounge around on the ground. And as I stand and step back, I roll my ankle, fall and slide down the hill and end up on my back in the mud.
“Oww.”
“Easy, Miss,” I hear a deep voice.
Huh?
I look up through the rain to see man in a raincoat with a flashlight. “Are you hurt?” he calls.
I shake my head. “No, but I crashed my car.”
“I saw you go off the road from my place, so I came looking for you,” he calls.
“Oh,” I pant in relief. “Thank God.”
He walks over and holds his hand out to help me up. I take it and he pulls me to my feet. I put pressure down on my foot and wince.
“You are hurt.”
“It’s just my ankle.” I try to put it down again and pain shoots through my foot. He picks me up and opens the car door and places me on the seat. “Stay in here while I check on your car.” He slams the door shut and he walks around and looks over the car with the flashlight. He gets down on his knees and looks underneath the car and then comes back and opens the door. “You aren’t going anywhere; the axle is broken.”
“Oh.” My face falls.
“I can take you into town if you want?” he asks. His voice is deep and I can hardly see his face. His huge raincoat with his hood is hard to see through the rain.
“Thank you. That would be...” I shrug as I try to search for the right word. “Great.”
I grab my handbag and he holds out his hand and I take it and step out of the car. I wince again when I put pressure on my foot and without warning, he bends and picks me up like a bride.
He begins to march up the hill toward the road as if I’m light as a feather.
The rain is really coming down and his step doesn’t falter as he navigates where to walk. I cling to him, my two arms around his neck.
This is hellish.
We get to the road and I see a large SUV parked at the side of the road. Jeez, his car is nearly a truck it’s so big.