The car coasted to the side of the road. Sari sighed, pushing the door open and breathing in the heat as it hit her in the face. She felt sweat bead on her skin as she paced away from her car and back.
She wanted to laugh at herself as she leaned against the hood. The air seemed to dance as she gazed at the horizon, sweat rolling down her neck to dampen her cami.
In her haste, she’d botched this good. How utterly unlike her.
Sari contemplated her life. Her careful, well planned life. Her job she killed herself to get, her expensive penthouse apartment, her handsome boyfriend. Her father bragged to his golf buddies about her. Her mother was secretly planning some lavish wedding for her at the county club. Her siblings borrowed money when they were strapped. Everyone expected so much from her.
She was drowning. So she left.
On the hottest day of the year. The worst day to jump in her car and leave. No clothes, no plans, and; in the end, no gas.
Where was the nearest gas station? Ten miles back. Twenty miles back. The next state over…
Her mind was blank for the first time in a long time and it was therapeutic. Or maybe it was the heat affecting her brain. She should figure something out soon.
A tiny dot appeared in the distance and something came over her. Pushing away from her car, she walked to the road and stuck out her thumb.
Comments
This feels like the start of a really good story, where does it go from here?
And it’s good to see you writing again!
Carry on!
Lesson learned the hard way are often the best . .
Yes! You are back. I hope maybe I can join you in the writing department again this year too
Molly
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I wish us both luck in that!