Wednesday, November 28, 2018

100 Words a Day 1253


“No, no, no,” I whispered as my car used up the last of its gas.
I coasted onto the shoulder as the last of my car’s momentum dissipated. The landscape was silent except for my breathing. I got out of the car and looked down the road in one direction and then the other.
Nothing.
It was miles to a gas station. But I was broke anyways. I got back in my car. My head hit the steering wheel. A cold, uncomfortable tingling pressed down on my chest before spreading to my fingers and toes. I started shaking and sobbing.

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