Students in our Creative Writing 1 course were tasked with writing a group story about the spring. This story was voted as the favourite.
by Ssosma Ismail and Alexandra Konstanz
It was supposed to be one of those rare sunny and quiet spring mornings, less rain than usual, the sky is clear for once, and my motivation for university is oddly high for a Monday morning. I was wearing my new Prada sunglasses that I got for my 22nd birthday. Feeling super confident and motivated, I headed toward my car, ready to take on the day like I actually had my life together. Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard my mother’s voice.
“You’re really going out in that?” she asked with her arms crossed.
“You do know it’s going to rain all day, right? Or did you miss the weather forecast between picking out… whatever that outfit is?”
There she was, the fashion police.
“Does it look like it’s going to rain all day?“ I asked ironically, shutting the door before she could say anything else.
And of course, it didn’t rain.
I had my sunglasses on, windows down, enjoying the fresh air, and for a moment, it felt like I have no problems in the world. Like everything was light and simple, for once. But as I got closer to the campus, the sky started to get darker. It wasn’t as sunny anymore, so I took off my sun glasses and tossed them away to the backseats.
Then suddenly, the sun came back even stronger. Like, full spotlight in your face.
I blinked once. Twice. Too late. The next thing I knew, I swerved off the road and crashed into a tree.
No injuries, nothing dramatic. It was just me, sitting there absolutely stunned in my crashed car only thinking about two things. One, I’m definitely late for class now. And two, I had no one else to call except the person I really didn’t hear from right now.
My amazing mother.
The same mother who warned me this morning that it was going to rain and that I should reconsider “my outfit and attitude”.
I stared at my phone. Sighed. Hit dial.
“Hey mom, you know that I love you, right?.. “
No responses yet