A lonely highway! ‘4 min read’

Driving on a highway listening to a loud metal music is her favorite stressbuster. Kristien goes on a ride almost every other weekend to have her own ‘me time’. She owns a 2015 BMW M6 which is a paradoxical coupe and convertible car. Kristien’s father is an assistant manager at a bank and her mother is a nurse. Her parents were highschool sweethearts. She has an elder brother who is a screenplay writer and he writes for television series. Kristien works at a healthcare industry as a Project Controller. She also works part time as an adjunct professor in a college and she teaches marketing management.

On a dawning Saturday with her favorite music she was driving on IS-15 while she suddenly heard a noise from her trunk. The noise from the trunk grew louder that she had to slow down the car and parked the car off the pavement. There was no one on the highway at that time and her next exit was about in 7.5 miles. It was a mysterious shrieking noise that she was hearing from her car. She was filled with panic at that moment not knowing what to do next. With million dreadful thoughts in her mind, she dialed 911. After long wait and series of question she gets through the line and while she was about to give her location information, her phone died and she had no source to recharge the phone battery. This made her brittle. The growing sound was terrorizing her and she could not help but to think to open the trunk. Before opening she was looking for any weapon or tools to defend her from any attack. She felt fortunate to find a nail filer from her handbag. Her mind quickly made a list to buy things to defend her next time during such situation. Pepper spray, gun, knife what not she could make a list of. She fretted what if there is no next time. She wanted to speak to her mom and dad if these are the last minutes of her life. Her thought of not doing confession at the church for the last one year tormented her. Her influence from watching Independence Day: Resurgence movie last night provoked her to imagine that it could be an alien inside the truck which will gobble her once she opens the trunk. She even wanted to leave the car and run away as much as she can. There were million thoughts ran swiftly in her mind. Gathering some courage, she got out of the car and walked towards the trunk sweating and chanting, ‘God, please be with me, God please with me’.

When she was walking towards the trunk, she saw another car on the highway and she started waving at the car shouting and begging for help. She realized it’s a police car when the car finally slowed down and parked ahead of her car. The police officer got out of the car and stood away from her. He asked her to stretch her hand and turn around to prove that she has no weapon. She did that and then he approached her maintaining the distance asking what happened. She started crying, explaining the officer about the horrifying sound she has been hearing from the trunk. The officer asked her to stand back and walked towards the trunk of the car. He continues reporting to the control room through his wireless mic with the update on the situation and he asked for back up. He did not hear any sound like Kristien complained. It was silent. The officer asked her to press the trunk button to open. She did as he instructed and the trunk opened with a click sound. The noise began and this time it made their earlobes bleed. The officer stood in front of the opened trunk. It was high pitched intolerable sound and the officer started to move backward lifting his gun from his side and suddenly with a thud sound, the officer fell on the ground with a slit on his neck bleeding. Kristien could not go near the officer and she saw that the trunk has opened up wide. The moment she heard something coming out of the trunk she did not wait to see what it is but running. She kept running until she saw a flash of light. The light was so bright that she felt it could pierce her eyes. This time she heard a noise completely different. In fact, she could understand what the sound is and was able to understand.  It was her mom yelling at her to stop snoring and wake up. Her mom says, ‘Wake up, it’s your day, don’t you want to go for a ride’

She opens her eyes and realized it was all dream. She got out of bed, showered and got ready for the ride. No dream can stop her from going on a ride. However, this time, she bought pepper spray for safety and made sure her phone battery is fully charged with a backup battery before hitting the road IS-15.

P.S: This is my first attempt of writing a short fiction story. Please share your thoughts, even if it’s criticism.

I was inspired by one of my friend (one of my best friend’s husband) and he is a blogger too. I read one of his post yesterday (here is the link to his blog “Seeing Myself” ) and his writing evoked me to write one of my own. Thank you my friend.

Photo Credit: Vintage car

Have a mysterious week 😀 , See you next Tuesday!
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