The Road Knows It All 🚦 | Short Story

It was raining cats and dogs. The clouds were hovering over my head for quite sometime but I had to go to the fashion museum at any cost. I had my assignment to be completed. It was the sole reason I planned to visit Bath. I had heard it was famous for its historical fashionable dresses. It appeared however god was not in mood for a fashionable afternoon.

I decided to ignore the weather. I was ready to hit the road but only if my car would start. Was God sending me signals again? I saw the time. The nearest Car body repairs would be open right now. I dialed their number but they said due to the storm it was impossible to send someone. They would however send someone as soon as the rain subsided. I couldn’t wait for that long. Luckily I saw the helper of the house and told her to push the car from back and finally I was off on my way. The road seemed unfamiliar but I assumed it was just the weather giving me creepy vibes. Courtesy GPS, I finally reach the museum in what seemed to take me like ages. I scanned the area quickly. Not a single soul. Just a dedicated young girl to complete her assignment. Oh that would be me BTW.

I was drenched and the umbrella didn’t seem to serve its purpose. I handed the guard of what seemed like a soggy wet ticket hoping he would still accept it and went inside. The moment I stepped in I fell in love with the museum and to be honest on the shiny slippery floor as well. Bad day to wear heels. I stood up and started admiring the beauty around me. It gave me such a cool vibe. To look at those historical dresses and to imagine people wearing them. They should really bring back those dresses. Though I doubt people would wear them daily. We are too comfortable with our jeans and top. Interrupting my thoughts, my phone started ringing which trust me, was the only sound in the whole museum. It was from the Car repairs. I told him I had managed to get to my destination for now and maybe on my way back I would drop by.

I was almost done with my assignment when there was a power cut and well who likes darkness? So I put up my brave face and hurried outside to stand with the guard. But hold on!!! Was I here before? The set up seemed to be so different. This time there was a board in front which stated that due to maintenance work the museum has been close since the day before and that it would remain closed for the day too. That was strange. It wasn’t there before. Even the guard seemed to have disappeared. I was sure I wasn’t imagining things. Again…
I ran towards my car but I wasn’t able to find the keys. I started searching frantically. I did not want to go inside the museum but I had no choice. I switched on my phone torch and started looking for the key. I finally found it.

I started my car in a hurry and sped away from the place as fast as I could. I was speeding and kept telling myself, it’s just in your mind Ellie. Just when I thought things were getting better my car broke down. It was a strange place but luckily for me I could see a car repair shop just a few blocks away. I had no choice but to get drenched and run towards the shop. Two extra happy service men greeted me cheerfully as if glad to see a soul. I explained my condition to them. They agreed to help me. So along they came with me where I had my car. Or at least that’s where I thought I had my car. They looked confused as well. We walked in for a little while and there it was. But that couldn’t be my car. Could it? It was all crumpled and looked like it had been through some sort of accident. Did it happen after I left the car? Wow, that was such a close call.

I was analyzing the situation when I saw horror and panic in the otherwise chirpy service men. I went further towards them and saw what they were horrified at. There I was, in the front seat with eyes open and blood all over. I turned towards them, equally horrified and all I could stammer was “I … uh am so sorry?”. Of course they ran for their lives and well I was confused as hell. I wouldn’t blame them. Even I wanted to scream and run away. What was I supposed to do? Was I a living spirit? Would that mean I could scare people away? I would like to scare my boss. Wait STOP!!! Is that the first thought that should come to someone who might be dead?

I saw an ambulance and the police pull over. Apparently the two service men were in senses enough to call them. They took my car to the nearest car body accident repairs. That ought to give my car its life back. As for me, I am with my boss right now. Though I am not sure why he is not acknowledging me. I did complete my assignment. I am holding it right in front of him and then he walks over me. That’s rude. Hello!!! Can’t you see me?

PS : For all those who are out there thinking they are alive,
I Heart You All ❤


© 2018 short story by MissteriosoDas
♣Featured image edited from MI wallpaper

Feel free to share and re-blog this story if you like. To get instant updates of what’s happening in my life, feel free to connect with me on Instagram: @missteriosodas ~ Head Full Of Dreams ♥ and Twitter: Missbindas ♥

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  1. Thanks for sharing!… the spirit inside this ole mortal body is alive, it woke up on the green side of the grass and heard the birds singing… 🙂

    “Dying is merely the process of transferring from mortality to immortality, from one state of being to another state of being, from one dimension to another dimension, etc. depending on one’s personal beliefs… one should not dwell on the hereafter much or one will miss all the wonderful moments in the present…”

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    1. Oh is it? Thank you for pointing out.🙂 Let me see what I can do with it.
      The ending was supposed to be like this : Ellie informs that she is alive and in front of her boss. However the boss doesn’t seem to notice her or her assignment. (because she had actually died and she was a spirit but she thought she was still alive)

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  2. This was a fun story to read. Thank you for sharing with us! We heart you as well, though the verdict is not quite in on what constitutes “alive” and where this digital construct of self lies ;).

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    1. Thank you for appreciating. Means a lot. Now being alive can be two things. Either you’re living your life fully or you’re dead inside and just living for the sake of living. It’s always better to live fully. Isn’t it🙂

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  3. I really enjoyed this short story. Being alive one second and dead the next can bring on different scenes which you describe very eloquently and precise. I enjoy these types of blogs with every word holding my attention ! Great work !!

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  4. A very well written story as you are able to catch the reader’s attention all the time. I really enjoyed it for its constant intrigue. Love this: “Was I a living spirit? Would that mean I could scare people away? I would like to scare my boss. Wait STOP!!! Is that the first thought that should come to someone who might be dead?”

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