I’ll be honest here. I didn’t even know I had hazard lights, although, of course I’d read about them in my driver’s ed class last summer. They blinked on and off, illuminating the darkness around me with an eerie, pulsating beacon.
I unbuckled my seat belt and searched for something to break a window with but couldn’t find a single thing. I swung my purse at it (useless), pounded it with the heel of my shoe (even more useless), and even tried stabbing it with my nail file (not my proudest moment). I grabbed my phone, which, on retrospect, was what I should have done in the first place, but when I tried to call for help, it was too late.
As the car filled with water, and I gasped for air, the last thing I saw was the awful color on my nails as I scratched and clawed at the window until my fingers bled and everything turned black. As I died, I thought about my parents, and my friends, and all the things I would never get to do. I thought about Mr. Wan as well. He’d lost his very best customer due to his own negligence, and I hoped he would be sorry. Thinking about how bad he’d feel gave me a little peace before I slipped away into darkness.
About the Author
National award winning author Abigail Drake has spent her life traveling the world and collecting stories wherever she visited. Abigail is a trekkie, a book hoarder, the master of the Nespresso machine, a red wine drinker, and a chocoholic. She lives in Beaver, Pennsylvania with her husband, three sons, and a mischievous Labrador named Capone.
Also by Abigail Drake
Women’s Fiction
Love, Chocolate, and a Dog Named Al Capone
The Hocus Pocus Magic Shop
The Enchanted Garden Cafe
Delayed Departure
Sophie and Jake
Saying Goodbye
Young Adult Fiction
Tiger Lily
Novellas
Can’t Buy Me Love
Valentine Kisses
Short Stories
Over the River and Through the Woods
Into the Woods