Here is a short story I earlier in the year. Please let me know if you can come up with a title for this story.
Ding dong, the bell went at around 9:30 on Thursday night.
‘Simon?’ My best mate called out.
‘Paul?’ I answered back while walking to the front door, ‘do you want to come in?’
‘I wouldn’t mind that, it’s very chilly outside’ he replied as I was opening the front door.
‘What are you doing so late at night?’ I asked him
‘Nothing much. I just went to the bar with a few friends and watched the soccer. I’ve come to your house now, at this time in the night, because I just remembered that I have to deliver a parcel for my Grandmother before tomorrow,’ he told me ‘I was wondering if you would like to come because it’s too late to be going alone.’
‘I’ll just ask my parents first,’ I told him ‘Dad, I’m going with Paul to the city to drop off a parcel for his Grandmother’ I shouted.
‘OK,’ my dad called out from upstairs ‘be careful and be back soon.’
‘I will’ I yelled as I was closing the front door behind me.
It was almost 10:45pm when we reached the city. There were still heaps of cars out on the road and plenty of people at Flinders Street Station still.
‘Where does your Grandmother live exactly?’ I questioned Paul.
‘A few blocks away from Flinders’ Paul replied.
As we were cruising along the road, I noticed that the car, an old Holden Ute, kept on swerving from one side to the other and I had to keep on nudging Paul to say focused.
‘Did you have any drinks at the bar mate?’ I asked him.
‘Nah, only a few beers, but that was about it. Can’t harm me’ he said, very relaxed.
‘Paul, pull over. Let me drive. We can’t afford an accident’ I told him firmly.
‘No!’ he shouted at me ‘It’s my car and I’m driving.’
‘Paul, Pull over!’ I said more firmly.
‘NO!’ At that point, I knew he wasn’t sober ‘Don’t tell me what to do!’
As he said these words, the Holden lost control and ploughed into 3 cars parked sideways and flipped over continuously. The windscreen shattered into pieces and I could feel glass in all parts of my body.
The car was flipped on its roof. I couldn’t feel anything. Some people came over and pulled me out of the car and I laid me down on the curb on the road.
As the people who helped me out of the car went back to get Paul, the car burst into flames. My jaw dropped open. Could this happen? One moment ago, I was taking to my best mate, and now he’s gone. Then all went black.
‘Hello?’ I said out loud ‘Is anybody there?’
‘Simon? Simon!’ Somebody yelled.
‘What happened?’ I asked what I assumed to be a nurse.
‘Simon, that night of the crash, you got hit by debris and got knocked out. You were in intensive care for almost 3 months. It’s a miracle you survived.’
I was gobsmacked!
