The horizon was filled with red break lights as Raul sat there, gripping the steering wheel.
“Not today,” he muttered, as his date plans evaporated like the exhausts of the rush hour traffic.
It had taken a lot of effort to get her to agree.
He needed to let her know.
He took out his phone. Dead. The charger, left on the desk as he’d rushed out.
“Crap,” he blurted, slumping in his seat.
Then, like a clogged up ketchup bottle releasing its content, traffic started moving.
Raul straightened, pressed the accelerator.
Nothing.
A red warning flashed: Battery charge: 0%.
“Not today,” he muttered, as his date plans evaporated like the exhausts of the rush hour traffic.
It had taken a lot of effort to get her to agree.
He needed to let her know.
He took out his phone. Dead. The charger, left on the desk as he’d rushed out.
“Crap,” he blurted, slumping in his seat.
Then, like a clogged up ketchup bottle releasing its content, traffic started moving.
Raul straightened, pressed the accelerator.
Nothing.
A red warning flashed: Battery charge: 0%.
