𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 | george harrison

one

i stood in complete annoyance with a hint of infuriation in front of my car with the hood popped up, attempting to figure out how to get myself back on the road. i never knew much about cars, but i knew that if smoke was rising out of your engine, there's definitely an issue.

i looked around me, not even having an idea where i was. there was farmland as far as the eye could see and the roads clearly hadn't been done in a while. i ran back to my passenger side, slipped in, and checked the map on top of my dash board.

motorway eleven.

i sat back and let out a defeated sigh. it was nearing night time, my car was possibly done for, im on the side of mw 11, and the only thing near me for miles is a broken up old farmhouse.

i decided my best bet was to scavenger over to the home. if i was lucky, a nice old couple would offer me their telephone and a warm plate of food. if i was dealt the same unlucky cards i've been getting recently in life, there's a dope head living in there and he's gonna kidnap me.

i'm willing to accept either at this point.

i locked my doors, tossed my bag over my shoulder, and made my way through the fields. i caught myself looking up more than straight ahead. the sunset was absolutely beautiful, but the tall flowers hitting my bare calves as i walked caused a bit of irritation.

i cannot believe this. i knew this was a stupid idea. i shouldn't have dropped out. i should've kept the promise. that way, i'd still have my trust fund. i'd definitely still have my flat. but no, i just had to give up.

my thoughts took over as i found myself nearing the house. i had sped up without even realizing it.
the closer i got to the home, the more i noticed a family lives there. it's front lawn was covered in everything from bikes to basketballs. the porch itself was covered in designs of chalk. i smiled to myself as i looked down at the drawing of the stick figure family.

they all looked so happy.
stop being stupid, michelle. it's a drawing, for christ sakes.

once again, i broke out of my thoughts as my feet stood planted in front of the door. i raised my arm and knocked steadily. i waited for a moment, listening to the bustle inside the home.

"hello dear," the mother, i'm assuming, came to my rescue. "what can i help you with?"

"good evening miss, i'm terribly sorry to bother you but you see that vw out there?" i asked, turning and pointing to my car on the side of the road.

she nodded, clearly looking concerned.

"that's mine. my car broke down, and i honestly have no idea why. would it be okay if i could use your phone for a moment?" i smiled warmly.

"of course, love! come on in." she returned the smile, ushering me inside.
"steve! honey! come down here! bring your tool box."

"steve is my husband, he's a wizard when it comes to automobiles. i'll have him take a look, you just make yourself at home in the kitchen. phone is by the fridge." she explained, gesturing towards the big kitchen. i nodded and did as i was told.

i picked up the telephone and dialed nancy's number, since i wasn't allowed to phone my parents anymore. i leaned against the wall and played with the cord as i watched steve make his way to my car from the window.

"hello? who is this?" nancy questioned, sounding out of breath.

"it's michelle, what's wrong with you?"

"michelle? well... it doesn't matter. what's wrong with you?" she shot back, dodging the question.

"okay... well, my car broke down. luckily there was a farmhouse near by, the couple here let me borrow their phone. but i need help. the husband is trying to fix it right now, but it doesn't look like it's going well. could you drive out here? i'm on motorway eleven." i explained desperately.