Green. Yellow. Red.
Fear skittered across her chest. An open spot appeared and she turned into it as quickly as she dared, praying she’d make it before the emergence of steam and smoke. Waiting for the engine to cool, surrounded by three-quarters of her worldly possessions, the dastardly little fear-spawned beast ziplined from her lower aorta and landed in an ungodly heap nigh-side her spleen.
The rush of vehicles blowing past her shook her little Honda, their drivers blissfully more concerned with making the light at Highland and 3rd than about color of their temperature gauges.
She took stock of all the things she could do during the cooling time. Prepared she’d come: four episodes of three different dramas, an e-book locked and loaded on her Kindle, notebooks and pens at the ready. And of course, the games.
She could even work on her résumé.
Taking the Universal tip, she flipped open her laptop, balancing one edge inside of the dashboard catch-all. After a few moments and a few clicks she began the tap-tap-tapping that (may the Lawd make it so) would bring her quickly to financial freedom and bliss.
After twenty minutes, she started up the engine and checked the temperature level.
Pulling out into the flow of traffic, she wondered how much farther she could get before