Short Stories

Struggle to Ignore him!

When my husband's new project required us to move to a small town, I struggled with how different it was from the busy city life I had always loved. I had a hard time with the change, and I had a hard time getting used to how quiet our new town was.

I never like anything with a slow pace and this is the reason I never like small-town life. I want things to be done then and there. In small towns, you have to wait for days to get things done. Slow things irritate me and this is the reason I always love city life.

I informed my husband about the electrical work that needed to be done at our home. When he heard this, he called around to see if there was an electrician in our town who was free. He told me that there is only one electrician working in our town right now after checking with several people or local listings.

Unfortunately, the electrician is currently out of town and unavailable for any immediate appointments. However, my husband was able to ascertain that the electrician is expected to return within a few days.

One day I decided to go grocery shopping because I knew we had to get used to our new settings, even though I didn't want to. So, I told my husband about it, then started the car and went on the unfamiliar drive. On my way to the store, I felt a pang of sadness as I drove along the empty, quiet roads of the small, remote town.

Upon arriving at the grocery store after two hours of driving, I walked slowly through the aisles when I got there, choosing what I wanted and enjoying the simple pleasure of having choices. One thing that didn't go away, though, was the feeling of being alone and disconnected that followed me around like a ghost.

With a heavy heart, I loaded the groceries into my car and began the return trip. The empty road, which wound through the peaceful forest, stretched out in front of me. And something happened that I have been afraid of since we moved to this town.

I heard a blast and then my car started to bum and I lost control. I hit my car into the tree and I hit my head onto the steering. I screamed but there was no one to listen to my screams in pain. After a while, I mustered up the courage to get out of the car. When I checked, I didn't have the spare tire.

I looked around; my heart was racing. As soon as I noticed how bad things were, panic started to take over. Since I couldn't get a phone signal to call for help, the situation scared the shit out of me.

I felt angry, both at myself for not paying attention and at the circumstances that had brought me here. I knew I was the only one to blame and now I am going to be the one to resolve this problem and get out of this remote, scary place.

Since I was stuck on a quiet mountain road without a spare tire or cell service, I had to make the tough choice to leave my car behind and walk to the closest city in the hopes of getting help.

After locking the car safely, I set out on foot along the winding road. The wilderness's silence surrounded me like a heavy shroud.

It had been thirty minutes, and with each step I took, I was farther from the safety of my car and more unsure. I was on the verge of losing my mind but I wanted to get through the situation as soon as I could.

I checked my phone for signals and still had no luck in that area. I started hearing the sound of screeching wheels. It felt like a glimpse of light in the middle of drop-dead darkness.

I turned around and started waiting for the approaching car to come into my sight. I didn't want to take any chances so I made up my mind to jump right in front of a car.

I braced myself but before I could do anything stupid like that, the car stopped before me. I felt quite pumped up. When a figure emerged from the driver's seat, I quickly forgot that I was lost in the middle of nowhere and started to feel hot, naughty, or out of control.