
Mark
looked at his wrist. It was 7:02. He was two minutes off his daily schedule
which consisted of preparing himself for work and never included tardiness. The
calm back roads he traveled through, always allowed Mark to arrive to his destinations
when he needed to. Unprepared, Mark had
to wait an extra minute and a half for his vehicle to wake up. He was so distraught by his predicament, that
his left pinky began twitching. He was almost unable to turn the engine key.
Bordering
the line of panic attack, he got into his car. It was still filled with
coolness that resembled the breath of an Artic breeze.
When it
was precisely 7:06, when he was finally able to start his day’s journey. Left
onto Main, then a sharp right onto Dean.
He approached the intersection which sat below the dangling red
blinking. Beyond the light there was a
car parked with the driver’s door open. As
he passed it, he noticed it wasn’t parked. The car had slipped and plummeted
and its driver lay asleep. He cautiously drove around and pulled over. Immediately, Mark’s panic transformed him
into a maniac. He dialed 911, and temporarily joined the driver in a slumber.
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