A drive

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It was snowing. She thinks there was hail as well because she remembered the sound of rocks hitting the windshield. It was freezing with blazing winds.

She just got the car two months ago and also her driving license just two months ago as well. She never drove a car before and her family didn’t live in a place that had true cold weather in the winter. She didn’t know there was a function to heat the windshield so the ice melted on it own in the car. Every half hour, she had to stop on the side of the road. She and South, her cousin, took turn coming out of the car scrapping the ice off the windshield. It was stupid, but worked marvelously. She could see the road clearly. Everytime the windshield started to fog with ice, she stopped and scraped.

She drove the whole time on the right lane, going very slowly. She had no intention of speeding in that type of weather. South played her cool hip music on the radio and they both sang along. That cozy feeling inside the car was heart warming. Then she started to realize everyone suddenly moved to the left lane. She didn’t get it. Why would people wanted to speed up in this weather? If you drove slow, you would do it on the right lane. Then in the dark, in the same lane with her, she saw a big truck ahead. She felt better. Someone else was also on the same lane.

But then she continued getting closer and closer to the truck. At first, she just thought that the truck was moving very slowly. Then she realized that the truck did not move at all and she was approaching it fast. Shit! She pressed on the break hard. The whole car jerked to the front, South bumped into the front dash board. It was hailing outside and the road was frozen. The car slid on the road. The break didn’t do anything it supposed to do. South closed her eyes tightly and hugged herself as small as possible. She tried her one last attempted to turn the wheel to the left to avoid as little damage as possible.


Her car slid right into the truck. The air bag popped open and hit her hard on the face. Everything was blacking out for a second. She couldn’t hear anything. She couldn’t see anything.

A second later, she opened her eyes, feeling sure she was still alive. She immediately looked at South. South looked fine, no bleeding, no burn.

“Are you ok?” She yelled

“yes yes I think so” South replied “are you?”

“yeah. I think so”

She then looked up straight ahead and realized her effort to turn the wheel was worth it. Only the right side of the bumper hit the truck. That right corner was crushed. But at least, the whole car was not hitting anything anymore.

She never felt closer to death than that moment.


See you soon. I missed you.

Close-Up Photo of Lighted Incense Stick Near Candle

I rushed to my mailbox. It definitely looked like the mailman stopped by today. No one else mailed me anything. I purposely cleared out all my mail just so I never missed yours. My mailman knew that. He only delivered me letters and packages with handwritten addresses. So the one he dropped off must be from you. I opened the mailbox and the green envelope looked familiar. Damn it. It was my mail to you got returned-to-sender. I knew you no longer lived at that address, but I was hoping this mail got to you in time. It didn’t.

Wire transfer completed. That was the last of the payments to Madam Zuzu. She should be sending instructions on preparations to me soon. This had to be perfect. So you shouldn’t worry. I’d make sure to prepare everythins right. Double, triple checking all the things she requested.

I knew you were more of a text person than a phone call person. But I wanted to hear your voice so I called you anyway. I memorized your number by heart. I never saved it into my phone. Firstly, because I would never, as long as I lived, forgot your number. Secondly, I didn’t know what to save your number under. No word could describe what you were to me. No word deserved to be the description of you. Dialed. Beep. Beep. Beep. I can’t pick up your call right now. Please leave a message. Thankssss!

Ouch. The needle poked me. I quickly licked my finger so the blood didn’t stain my work. Whatever. I was done with the your doll anyway. Madam Zuzu said it needed to be a handmade doll. This better worked. I only had a few of your hair left and I had to stick a strand inside this doll already. So hopefully that would not be a waste. Bought some sage today. Some incense. A best quality bottle of absinthe. I told Madam Zuzu that you hated absinthe, but she said that wasn’t for you to drink.

I brought fresh flowers for you today. Sunflowers. Your favorite. When I got there, there were already some white roses. Who did this? You didn’t like roses. I threw those roases away. Nobody understood you like I did. I squatted down, tracing my finger along each letter of your name on the tombstone. Carefully, one by one. It wouldn’t be much longer darling. This time we would really be together forever.

Ring. Ring. Ring. Madam Zuzu.

Yes, I have everything you told me to bring. I will be there soon.

I kissed your tombstone one last time before I left. Darling, next time, I would kiss your lips instead of this cold stone. This stone was in no way deserving to carry your name and this dirt ground should have never held you. Madam Zuzu guaranteed that it would work. A million dollars and half of my soul was a cheap price to pay.

I couldn’t wait to see you again. I missed you.

This little story was a response to the Go Dog Go’s Cafe prompt: End a piece of prose or poetry with the phrase “I miss you” —> Their prompts were always a creative boost for me. So much fun writing the stories.