Traffic Jam

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic


Who hasn't been stuck in traffic?! Finally you have a night to yourself and every hour spent in traffic is a waste. Our protagonist gets distracted by something strange.

Submitted: March 19, 2018

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Traffic Jam

 

Amir became visibly more irritated because his plans for tonight were ruined. He was moving at a slug-like pace and was at least a few hours away from home at this speed. He was going to enjoy an evening alone, without wife and kids in the house. Amir’s wife was at a bachelorette party and the kids were having a sleepover at a friend’s house. He thought about a conversation at work earlier.

 

“Any plans for the weekend?” Larry, one of his colleagues, asked. 

“I’m home alone tonight so I’m probably going to order a pizza and finally watch an entire baseball game. No wife, no kids, it is going to be selfish me-time,” John boasted while leaning back in his chair. His phone rang; it was his wife on the phone.

Hi honey, I just wanted to make sure that you take out the trash tonight.” Illayna remarked.

John rolled his eyes. “Yes dear don’t worry. Just have fun today okay. By the way, what is that noise on the background?”

“Oh nothing we’re just planning an assignment for Tiffany.”

“Who?” He wondered.

“God you’re terrible,” Illayna hung up the phone.

 

He stepped out of the car to stretch his legs and looked into the dense forest at his left. There was a strange looking woman signalling something to him. He became intrigued and left his car behind. She signalled to follow while slowly walking backwards into the shadows.

Amir followed the woman and was taken to a hut. They both went inside, in the middle of the hut there stood a cauldron. It had a strange liquid inside of it. She urged him to look into the liquid. He saw an image of him eating a pizza in his comfortable chair watching baseball.

 

“Why is my hair grey in this image?” He said while looking in the reflecting fluid.

“I’ve been sent by Illayna herself to stop today’s event. She felt that your actions today were the start of a wedge between the two of you. Eventually you will be taking more of your precious ‘me-time’ without thinking of others. She eventually leaves you when the kids are grown. It turned out positive for her though, it caused her to achieve great thing. She created me for instance, an artificial being capable of travelling through time.” The woman said speaking in a robotic tone of voice.

 

Her mystical appearance had an impact on him and he knew what he needed to do this weekend. He ran back to his car while holding his hand up apologetically to the angry crowd still standing in line behind his vehicle. The rest of the way home he thought about the nice things they could all do together.

 

“Nice going Tiffany!” Illayna said while getting out of hiding with a bunch of other women.

“I told you I was going to totally kill that dare of yours Illayna! Your hubbie will only have attention for you now. Good thing you knew he was going to be in traffic around here.”

 

THE END


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