Straight and fast. Straight and fast, she thinks as she accelerates on a mostly empty road. A truck drives in front of her. She inches closer to it. Her speedometer is at 50 but is slowly rising. A couple more meters. That's all she needs. Everything that has ever happened to her is leading up to this moment. The moment when it all ends. She's a meter away from the truck. Yes. You're almost there. Suddenly, she slams the breaks. Her car screeches to a halt. The truck drives away. She stares straight ahead at it as it slowly shrinks and becomes a tiny spot on the road and finally disappears. A few minutes later, a car comes up behind hers and honks loudly. The driver goes around her, but shouts obscenities as he passes by. Numbly, she parks the car on the side of the road. Why, she thinks. She puts her hands to her face and breaks down. Why? Why couldn't I do it? Why am I such a coward? she thinks as she sobs into her palms. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. Maybe this year. Maybe someday.
