It was late autumn and the evenings had been drawing in, feeling tired and worn out I left work slightly early and drove toward my home. I lived in a remote cottage about 20 minutes drive from my work and around halfway I passed through some wooded hills. It was in these woods that I caught up with the car ahead of me and following it down the narrow lane I didn’t register it braking and indicating turn off onto a lane I never new existed until it was too late. I skidded almost to a halt but not before a gently crumpled the front of my car into the car in front.
I sat in my car in despair, it was just my luck. I watched as the driver in front extracted themselves from the car in the rapidly fading evening late and turn to walk toward me.
The. She knocked on my window, it was her, my goddess, and now she blatantly hates me.