gutfeel
She can feel it in her nerves and it makes her wanna tremble. She couldn’t stand the view nor the thought of it. Screaming out loud won’t help her this time.
“There has to be something else”, she said.
She grabbed her car keys and drove away from where she is, hoping that every mile she consumes would take her further away from the aggravated anguish she could no longer take.
one mile.. two miles.. five.. eleven.. nineteen..
No, still nothing.
Finally, she saw this place, attracting her as if saying hush now, i’ll give you peace.
About to be convinced, she gradually inclined to the left side of the road, coming closer to that place she couldn’t repulse, when suddenly, out of no where, an incautious speeding SUV smashed her helpless two-door car.
After catching a glimpes of her own bloodshed, everything went black. Then white.
The only thing she could hear is a screaming siren from a fire truck overriding the sound of her sobbing.
riing! riiiiing! riiiing!… honk! hoonk!
The alarm is screaming at 5:30 am. The cab is already outside and she’s late for her flight. Crap.
