Who: Jessica Moore narrative When: Tuesday night (June 30) Where: The side of the road between work and her house What: Jess' tire blows out and she doesn't have a spare Rating/Warnings: Low Status: Complete when posted
Jess had pulled over to the side of the road as soon as she heard a sound almost like a gunshot and felt the way her car's handling changed. The smooth glide over the pavement changing into something rougher. She set her emergency flashers at the same time she turned off her engine and reached over to her purse in the passenger seat and grab her cell phone. "Oh of course. No signal," she muttered, tossing it onto the seat next to her with a glare. This was just the icing on the cake for today. She'd been running late from the moment she woke up from that dream - almost missing a meeting with her boss which thankfully had been rescheduled to that afternoon because he'd had a conflict come up, than that entire mess at lunch which had actually made her late for the meeting and now she was late meeting her friend Ashley for drinks. And no way to call her, or anyone, to let them know what had happened. "Good thing Dad made sure all three of us knew how to change a tire right?" she said, talking to herself as she got out of the car, popping the trunk as she did. It shouldn't take her that long to change a flat and she'd just call Ashley as soon as she got to someplace with reception again. They could have a good laugh over it while having their drinks tonight.
Or at least that was Jess' plan until she looked into her trunk and saw that there was no spare tire. "Well isn't this just great. No cell phone signal. No spare tire," she said, slamming the trunk closed in frustration and sighing as she leaned against it. She had two choices: 1) she could stay here and hope someone came driving by who would stop to give her a hand or 2) she could walk until she found someplace with a phone and could call Triple AAA. There wasn’t really any debate there - she’d have to walk. She walked back to the driver’s seat, flipped off her emergency flashers and grabbed her bag and phone. She checked over her car one last time to make sure she had everything she needed and/or didn’t want to leave there. She looked at her phone again, hoping that there was some signal no matter how weak but no such luck. She put it in her purse and locked the doors as she started walking in the direction she’d been driving. She knew there wasn’t anything behind her for a few miles. I had to drive the long way tonight she thought to herself as she started walking, hoping that there would be a gas station or something within a couple of miles.
She kept checking her cell phone periodically as she walked. If she picked up a signal she could stop where she was, make her phone call and then just wait. Call a friend to come pick her up if she had to. She heard the familiar sound of her text alerts and she pulled it out grinning as she unlocked it and stepped further off the road. “Thank God,” she said quietly, pulling up her contacts, grateful that her parents had suggested (really more like insisted) that she program that number into her phone.