CHAPTER ONE:
The phone buzzed in Logan's hand notifying him that a voicemail had been received and he quickly listened to it,
''Logan it's Charlotte..... I am getting tired of waiting here in the restaurant for you, just wanted to know if you are still coming because it's pouring like crazy. Please give me a call, am sick of this waiters staring at me like some confused lady and...'' the voice note stopped.
Logan tried calling her back but there was no service so he quickly grabbed his coat and stormed out into the rain making his way to his car hoping to make it in time to see his wife Charlotte at the restaurant.Logan was a well refined man with good ethics and a passion for the arts and crafts of nature. He is tall and muscled with a perfectly tanned skin, thick wavy hair, blue eyes and a face so subtle and peaceful with a well chiseled chin with amazing cheek bones. He worked at an aid center for homeless kids, giving them all the care and love they need.
The restaurant was full, Charlotte looked around at the busy tables. An old couple eating side by side, one glass of wine each while studiously bent over their meals, with Charlotte's gaze fixed on them her eyes started to water and a drop of tear rolled down her cheek from her left eye, with a gracious smile on her face she slowly wiped her eyes and cheek clean.
Why was she getting so emotional over this old couple she thought to herself, perhaps it was because she was pregnant and had her hormones on edge or maybe because she thought of herself and Logan both in their old age. She was brought back to the presence by a group of women in their thirties collapsing with helpless giggles while another woman dinning alone across them, looked on the ladies and frowned.
Charlotte got tired of waiting for Logan so she decided to leave, she got up made her way out the restaurant and walked towards her car in the parking lot. As soon as she arrived the door of her car she paused as she felt liquid running down her thighs. It wasn't long before she realized her water broke. She griped the door handle in shock,
''holy fuck shit... am not supposed to be due for another week'' she said to herself,
She looked around but there was no one so she decided she was goanna drive herself to the hospital. She entered the car, threw her bag on the passenger sit which rolled down finding its way to the ground. She started the car and was on her way.
Logan was stuck in traffic so he reached for his phone and called Charlotte, while driving slow and steady on a clear road Charlotte heard her phone ringing so she turned to get it but realized it was in her bag which was now on the floor by the passenger sit, she still decided to reach for it.
She leaned down to get the phone not knowing that she had missed the red light. She grabbed her bag and got the phone out, realizing it was Logan she quickly answered.
Bam!!!!...
A truck hit her just before she could place the phone close to her ear, with glass shattering and flying around it felt as if time was slowed down as she watched her phone slip off her hand, watched as her windshield shattered moving in a zigzag motion as if thou coordinated.
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Short StoryA truck hit her just before she could place the phone close to her ear, with glass shattering and flying around it felt as if time was slowed down as she watched her phone slip off her hand, watched as her windshield shattered moving in a zigzag mot...