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Fiction | Short-story | Irrevogável — I
What a drag!
Monday mornings are the worse!
What a morning!
I saw her when she was leaving home and saw that she had a flat tire, so she put down a pile of paperwork that he was carrying in her arms, as well as her briefcase, wallet, keys, and who knows what other stuff!
After a while she found his cell phone which should have been ringing… minutes before… but it had gone silent!
I had meanwhile left the café, where I had been having breakfast, and stood there watching.
I got into the car but didn’t start immediately because I still had time and was frankly amused!
I saw her put all the junk in the back seat, take the jack, the key, jump on it, refuse at least three offers of random guys that stopped in order to help her — prudent, I thought to myself — and with great difficulty, she managed to change the tire.
— Yes! — I heard her say.
The achievement made her happy — and she had a beautiful smile — but when she sat behind the wheel and tried to start the car, it wouldn’t start… It made no sound!
She must have left the lights on… — I thought.
