“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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