Short Story

Short Story on the Woman State Trooper   

"Please make it, please make it!" I said.

"Damn, Damn, Damn you f-ing car."  I hit it, hoping that it would move but it did not.

It never did.

It was the first time the car had died on the highway though, and it was the first time that I got a woman state trooper.

"Excuse me, Excuse me" said the Trooper taping on the window. "What are you doing?"

"Well I'm just waiting for someone to help."  I said, opening the door.

She stepped back in alarm, seeing that I did not open the window like I should have.

"Well, you can't wait here" she said blocking my steps towards her.  Her hand brushed the side of the yellow pistol in her holder.  

"Well, my husband is coming to get me." I said frantically.

"Well your husband can't stop here either,"  she stated in loud exasperation.  The hair from her bun tilted gently as she gave me a closer look. 

I didn't look much the part of a professional driver.  I still had my yoga pants on from the gym which were squeezed inside a furry pair of brown camisole boots and I had on a black sundress tucked under a Sean John overcoat.  She must have felt I was a batty because she began barking something into her walkie: codes that were unrecognizable.

223 on I-94 to route 394.

"Triple A can come and get me." I managed to say gaining some confidence after I noticed her paying more attention to the cars merging around mine.  

(will continue)