Author: CommunalLie PM
One day Bridget Wakes up to find out that time is relative and space is without meaning.Rated: Fiction T - English - Sci-Fi/Mystery - Chapters: 40 - Words: 23,428 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 05-24-13 - Published: 05-23-12 - id: 3025299
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Dristha sat in the car and still in shock, slowly let go of the steering wheel, leaning back in the seat. She stared, mind blown at the nonsense that had almost killed her. "What the crap?" Dristha saved swearing for special occasions. Right now met all those requirements and then some. Dristha stared wide eyed, yet unsurprised at the strange scenario. She could see Vera's skid marks swerving over the road. She could also just as clearly see busy cars and even a truck flash in and out of existence repeatedly before her. The stretch of road affected; no more than 50 meters.
"No." Stated Dristha, the adrenalin wearing off. Fear and amazement began to get replaced by a very different emotion. "No, seriously. What the hell is going on here?!" Anger. Dristha watched as a white car appeared, sped passed and disappeared suddenly a few meters further down the road. "It's actually repeating." Dristha stated. Saying it out loud seemed to make the situation more real however did nothing to improve the logic. She watched as a blue sedan followed by a few white cars, a Ute, and, finally a huge 18 wheeler conga-lined past her. Again and eventually again. Dristha wasn't sure if this was better or worse than the rain back home. At least this was only a small space affected. As opposed to an entire state. Dristha shook her head and tried to organise her thoughts. A white car went past. Then she turned to the passenger seat, perhaps her companion would have a better perspective. "George, are you seeing..." but George's smiling countenance was absent. "George?"
"George? Where are you?" Dristha called out, sifting through the CD cases that had come loose in her frantic from escape the traffic. "George.." Dristha gasped. "oh no..." Dristha had survived the scary truck scenario well enough but Poor George was just an egg with a face. Dristha found an eye sliding sadly down a wet patch on the dashboard. He must have gone flying when she'd slammed the breaks. "Oh George." Said Dristha, letting out a sniffle, "I told you to wear a seatbelt!" Dristha shook her head sadly. Carefully, collecting the fragments of her fallen friend. Outside a blue sedan went past.