Angel of Death
Petra slammed her foot on the brakes. There had been something that just seemed to have dashed right across the road. She was not sure what that thing was, or whatever it could have been. But then she ended up losing control of the wheel from the slippery surface of the tarmacked road.
To her horror, she realized what was going on. Her brakes were malfunctioning! She continued to slide across the road, past whatever it was that had ended up causing her to lose control of her vehicle.
Her heart raced within her chest. She had forgotten to pay attention to the traffic signals, and speed limit signs. Here she was trying to drive at about a 120 kilometers per hour, thinking she would be able to manage coming to a stop whenever she needed to.
The gods must have been testing her driving abilities. She tried her brakes one more time.
They still failed her. She began to scream as her vehicle veered off the side of the road, and headed toward a Baobab tree.
She covered her face, and braced for impact. The front part of her car slammed into the thick bark of the Baobab tree, and to make things worse, the entire windscreen shattered into a zillion nano shards of glass.
After a short while, smoke started to billow from the car. Petra had been out of it from the moment of the impact, but the odor of the smoke that surrounded her made her feel queasy.
She felt as if she was going to collapse from the lack of oxygen. Her whole body was in a lot of pain, and to make things worse, she was stuck inside her car!
Luckily for her another car was not too far behind her, and a random stranger ran out of his car to her aid. He was not sure how to save her, and his feet just sprang to action.
Petra had seen a figure with wings approaching her. She began to freak out and thought to herself, "No...I am not ready to go with you, Azrael...please, give me some more time to live and celebrate Nowruz with my family."
The car burst into flames.
Petra screamed.
The flutter of wings in the distance made her calm down...for a bit.
A hand tapped her on her shoulder, "Are you alright, Miss?"
Petra smiled. There was a beautiful scent now in the air that was like a sweet smelling fragrance of her Habibi's.
The young gentleman smiled back. He stared at the lady, and felt his heart skip a beat. She was beautiful, and he was glad to have saved her from dying in an inferno.
Petra coughed, and then replied, "Yes, I am. Thank you for saving me...my dear guardian angel."
The guy chuckled. "My pleasure."
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1 Aprile, 2023.