The engine went dead, and so did my heart. The car rolled down the hill faster than I anticipated. I tried to restart the engine but it didn’t budge. I hit the break hoping for a miracle; the car slowed down only a little, but not for long, the hill was too steep.
My rear mirror showed more trouble; two cars were racing up the hill, oblivious of my situation. I horned repeatedly but they kept coming toward me. I turned the steering wheel attempting to get the car to steer into the other lane; thankfully it worked. I tried to slow the car a little more, tapping on the breaks gently.
It was only a few seconds before traffic streamed into my lane; the motorists horned furiously at me in unison. With every second I kept searching for a way to crash the car into a pavement, but it was moving too fast. I also thought of ditching the car and jumping out like James Bond would.
I had reached the bottom of the hill; People could finally see what was happening. I suddenly could hear screams as the car headed toward the busy intersection.
“Lola. Lola. Wake up.”
I was sweating all over. My eyes were wet from tears. It was so hard to believe I imagined it all; as I trembled on my bed.
“You will be fine honey, these are the temporary side effects of…”
I couldn’t care less what the nurse was saying. All I really wanted was to stop shaking. I knew it was only a dream, but I wasn’t certain it was. What if this was a memory?
I shivered some more finding it extra difficult to stay calm.
“Would you like some more pain killers for your arm?”
I looked down at my arm , then looked back at her trying to decide once again whether I had just imagined the car incident.
“What happened to my arm? Did I really do it?”
She held up some tablets and a glass of water, “oh, my dear I thought we’d never come back from that one.” She watched me carefully and continued, “Just drink up, you’ll feel better I promise.”
I did as she asked, without a protest.
“Don’t push yourself Lola, your memories would come back to you”