Confined With Security

Emerald Coralee

Meanwhile somewhere else....

The sun was setting and the moonlight was approaching. The birds chirped back to their nest as the owls hooted from within the dark bushes. The traffic lights switched in a tortuous, slow pace, provoking the few drivers on the road to break regulations.

I gripped onto the steering wheel firmly and smacked my head multiple times on the headrest of my seat. With rage doubling every second, my hand wondered over the horn.

The driver in front remained still as the traffic signal changed from red to green and I groaned as his little beat up Volkswagen, budged from a small rumble like noise to a dying frog.

Weighing down on the horn, I allowed the sound to blare in the resounding silence.

"It's a 70 zone, you old hag!"

Only one thin road was available to travel on and I cursed at the top of my lungs when I couldn't overtake. His transport coughed and wheezed as I followed close behind at the speed of 40.

Reclining my elbow on the window sill, I rested my head on my palm and miserably listened to the annoying squeak of the radio host offering sexual nicknames for those interested, with side interruptions of the little bomb in front.

"What is your favourite drink?" He questioned with an irritating joy contributing his tone.

"I would have to say, Vodka." A seductive tone echoed from the other end and I rolled my eyes, honking harder. Darkness had begun to arrive and I automatically locked the doors, turning up the heat.

Removing my hands off the wheel, I rubbed my hands together viciously before slamming them on the horn, whining and yelling creative words as though they were going to speed the progress.

Headlights behind me vanished, indicating it took the turn instead of traveling this road and I mumbled to myself about my stupidity of not doing the same thing.

The time on my radio flashed 9.30 pm and I cursed at my luck for leaving my clinic at such an hour that made me meet the midnight sloths, prepared to delay me till the morning. Of course, these turn of events only occurred to the misfortune.

Me.

I took the second to realize how correct my work mate was about the late night traffic. And by traffic he meant old people, driving way below the speed limit. First I had my flirtatious boss to worry about, then the sudden overseas departure my father followed through, and now first world problems. Old people on roads.

The thought of having to wake up at 3 am, the next morning almost made me sook like a baby behind the steering wheel but I needed to keep myself together. Maybe the old turd would pull over to the side to do us both a favour.

When that didn't happen, I snarled at the beat up Volkswagen, prepared to do an illegal overtake.

Crossing the double line and speeding up to overtake, I suddenly noticed a pair of headlights flying towards me, the sound of a horn following straight after.

"Oh shit!" Braking immediately, I swerved the car back into my lane, behind the Volkswagen and exhaled, ignoring the continuous blaring of the horn from the one oncoming traffic. "You have got to be kidding me!" I placed a shaky hand over my rapid heartbeat before huffing out a few breaths and moving my black bangs from my front fringe out of the way.

I growled to myself once my bearings settled, staring at the lane - where I had almost died- as cars failed to appear.

"For 20 minutes, not one single car passed by me and the moment I dare to become a daredevil, my hopes are shattered. What is this?!"