by Uncola via TheBurningPlatform.com
It was morning drivetime in the city and Jill’s mind was racing. She navigated her Cadillac Escalade recklessly from the far left lane into the far right, before coming to a full stop on the exit ramp. Looking ahead over the multi-colored rows of stalled traffic, she could see the stoplights one half-mile forward at the top of the incline, like tiny dots of red ink splashed upon the cerulean sky.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she said as she stamped her right hand onto the top of her steering wheel three times.
She felt a familiar sense of panic envelope her as she leaned over to glance at herself in the rearview mirror. “Bad hair day”, she muttered as she carefully readjusted the rhinestone circle hair pin that was now coming loose above her right ear. With that tightened again and back in its place, she checked her lipstick by squinting her eyes slightly, leaning her head backwards a little and smacking her lips before the mirror with a pop.
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