Car

I was so tired, even attempting to keep my eyes open was a struggle. My whole body was drunk with fatigue after a hard day’s work, constantly staring at a computer screen and typing away as if in a solemn trance. My bony white hands, their blood frozen by the bit-ter winter frost were clutching to the steering wheel like a helpless man gripping the edge of a cliff, desperately holding on picturing his fate. My brain wanted to give in, to remain in the lapses of sleep that I kept drifting in and out of. I took a fleeting look outside, the weather beaten road looking everlasting. The endless rows of mud splashed dense hedges that thrive with life in the spring but appear lifeless with their menacing razor-sharp thorns in the harsh winters. These hedges hoard any objects spattered off the road by scurrying vehicles in the November rains. It felt like I was going round in a circle, my battered tyres skating round the bends and twists of the road. The beam of my headlights scuttling of the icy tarmac and off into the gloom sky being finally consumed by the car-nivorous looming clouds. I glanced at the clock as it illuminated my face, it read 01:52am. I must have been driving now for the worst part of an hour, deeply regretting not picking up my fur-lined gloves as I darted out of the house in a rush the previous morning. My outdated rusty Ford Laser was skidding over the impregnable road, my wheels were all individually dominant, each having a mind of its own. I shuffled to reach my radio, my freezing hands ramming in the on button. A soothing harmonic love song came on, a high pitched women with a serene voice was singing her heart out. I took an-other forbidding yawn. The engine started to choke, and my car gradually came to a stop. I cursed to myself praying that it hadn’t broken down for sure. Prior to my car stopping the women’s voice was a pleasing ambient tone now it had turned into a dark shrill scream. I reached to the handle and shifted out of the car, my... [continues]

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