Sam looked at the clock in the car. 8:39. She was going to be late. Again. Although this time, it wasn’t her fault. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, urging the traffic to move. It had been ten minutes and the cars hadn’t moved. She watched the driver in the BMW next to her. He was on his phone. ‘That’d be right,’ she thought. Of all days to forget her phone, it had to be today. She tried to peer past the rain on the windscreen but couldn’t see further than two cars ahead.
‘Screw this,’ she thought. She opened the door of her battered 1995 Corolla Seca, the ugly stepsister to the gleaming BMW. Her heels touched the wet road as she stepped out and knocked on the window of the BMW. The man gave her a surprised look. Sam gave him an apologetic smile. She could feel her perfect bun starting to unravel as the rain punished her for not bringing her umbrella.
‘Do you know what’s happened?’ she asked the man as he rolled down his window.
‘An accident,’ he said. ‘A car and a truck.’
‘Could I please borrow your phone? I forgot mine at home and I’m definitely going to be late for this job interview I’ve got at 9.’
She stood in the middle of the motorway and dialled the number she rang most days. She felt a twinge of guilt on letting Ally down. Her best friend had worked hard to convince the partners of her law firm to interview Sam for the position of an associate.
Hi, you’ve reached Ally. I’m not available to take your call at the moment. Please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
Sam left a message explaining her situation. As she handed the phone back to the BMW owner, Sam heard the traffic report ‘Motorists are recommended to avoid the M5 after a truck and car collided westbound near the Padstow exit. The female driver of the car is feared dead.‘
(c) Sanch @ Sanch Writes (11 May 2017)
***Inspired by Jodi’s writing prompt challenge***