Times Up...Flash Fiction
When she opened the car door, water began to seep in.
The night blackness engulfed her like a doomsday shroud. The air inside the car was thick and stale.
She'd been stuck in this muddy, high water for three hours. When she attempted to open the door, water seeped in. She quickly closed it, realizing she was going nowhere.
The car was totally disabled, battery dead as a doorknob.
Her mind rushed back to a time when she almost drowned in her pool. From that day forward, she never again went near water.
Hopelessly thinking, " Oh why did I take this back road when I could've taken the main road straight to my house? "
She needed fresh air, but of course the electric windows wouldn't budge.
She felt drowsy fighting the urge to close her eye's.
Only minutes had passed when suddenly the radio started blaring. The headlight beams pierced the darkness. The windows lowered automatically.
Her cell phone lit up like a bolt of lightening.
She had a message, frantically swiping in desperation,
The message said, " Times up "
Everything in the car went dead again as she watched the water level rise inside her car.
Carrie's sleepy eyes slowly opened to the sound of rain splattering against her windowpane. Hail pelting in rapid succession. Lightening flashing through her drawn curtains in her bedroom.
She jumped out of bed to watch the summertime storm. Her eye's fully awake remembering her horrible dream.
Her cell phone ringing quickly grabbed her attention, it was her mother reminding her to take the main highway to work, local news reporting flash flooding in their area.
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