Short Stories For Fun #empireawards

Car Trouble

Victoria was on a trip to Wyoming. She was going to Yellowstone National Park. She was on her own. She was making record time so far. She was coming from Montana. All of a sudden, her car started to act up. She pulled over to the breakdown lane, and put her emergency lights on.

Victoria got out of the car. She figured it needed more motor oil. Her car was very low on fuel. But she didn't have a tank of motor oil with her. "Gosh, I'm so stupid!" groaned Victoria. She was now stuck in a rut. What was she to do now? Hitchhike? In a rage of frustration, Victoria started banging on her car. Then she realized she forgot to bring her phone with her. She didn't seem to be a very responsible woman at all. She was pretty careless.

Victoria just sat on the guardrail, and watch the vehicles whiz by on the interstate. It started to cloud up, and rain started falling. Victoria just got back in her broken down car, and hoped the rain would pass by quickly. She had no other choice, but to hitch a ride.

The rain eventually came to an end.  The sun came back out. Victoria got back out of her car, and tried to wave her hand to catch the attention of some drivers. They paid her no attention. She gave up, and just went in the trunk of her car to sleep. A person riding a motorcycle came up to her, and closed the trunk with her in it. He inspected the car. He filled up the car with motor oil, and was now up and running again. The motorcycle dude unlocked the trunk, and woke Victoria up.

"Hey, baby, I fixed your car!" said the motorcycle dude.

"You did?" yawned Victoria.

"Yep! She's up and running again!" said the motorcycle dude. "I noticed you fell asleep, so I thought I close the trunk for you, while I fixed your car."

"Thanks so much, man!" said Victoria.

"Anytime, sugar!" said the motorcycle dude. "My name is Roscoe."

"Pleasure to meet you, Roscoe!" said Victoria. "My name's Victoria!"

"Where were you headed to?" asked Roscoe.

"Yellowstone National Park!" said Victoria.

"You have a safe trip, babe!" chuckled Roscoe. "If you're ever in South Dakota, look me up! I hang out a bar in Ellistown."

"Yeah, of course," said Victoria. "Again, thanks for everything!"

"Later, sugar!" said Roscoe. He got back on his motorcycle, and zoomed off. Victoria was now on her way to Yellowstone National Park.