“Fuck….not now please don’t do this to me not now!”

Pressing on the gas pedal she tries to crank over the engine again.

“C’mon baby please start I really need for you to start!”

She had an hour before she was supposed to pick Alice up. Out of frustration she slams her hand against the steering wheel. She pops the hood of the truck gets out and lift the hood. From the sound she was hearing when she tried to turn the engine over it sounded like it could be alternator.

“Fuck!”

In a desperate attempt to get her truck started she asked a complete stranger would they mind giving her a jump. The stranger was more than willing to help and hook the jumper cables up to her truck. With her fingers crossed she turned the key into the ignition—–nothing.

“Ma’am it sounds like your alternator, “the stranger says disconnecting the jumper cables.

“Yeah, I think so to hey thanks for your help.”

If Tasha luck couldn’t get any worse she hears the cracking sound of thunder.

“You have got to be kidding me, ”she says to herself.

Looking at her watch Tasha had less than ten minutes to be at Alice house. She had no cell phone and didn’t know Alice number by heart to call her and let her know she was running late. The money she had on her was enough to pay for the special dinner she had planned so calling a cab was out of the question. Without a second hesitation Tasha grabs the flowers, chocolates, and her keys and begins to run the five miles to Alice house.

Alice is at home getting concerned because Tasha is thirty minutes late. For as long as she had known Tasha she was never one to be late and if she was going to be she always let someone know that she would be. Alice was worried and she was even more so because Tasha did not have a phone. It was now pouring down outside and she hoped that whatever was going on that Tasha was okay.

Tasha ran at a nice pace. It was pouring down raining and with each stride she was determined to reach Alice. Her clothes were completely soaked, her hair ruined, and when she looked down she noticed that the flowers she was carrying were welted with the exception of one. She stops, removes her grey sweater, grabs the last surviving flower and gently wraps it inside her sweater. Gently tucking it back under her arms she continues her run.