Monday, May 19, 2014
photo by screamin2u
As soon as Nancy entered the store, she saw her dress. It was a black strapless trimmed with sequins; simple, classy, and sexy. It was the perfect attire for a ten-year high school reunion.
She stared at her reflection in the mirror as trendy techno music from the overhead speakers filled the tiny dressing room. She shook her hips to the beat and twirled around.
The dress molded to her curves in all of the right places. Its v-neckline revealed enough cleavage to draw attention but not so much to appear lewd. The hem fell just above her knees showing off legs that were toned from a year of grueling workouts. She couldn’t wait to show off her new, slimmer self to all of those who used to tease her about her weight.
Back at her car, Nancy draped the dress across the back seat before starting the engine and cranking up the air conditioning. On the drive home, she tried to ignore the stifling mid-June heat by thinking about the night ahead. She wondered if Jason would be there. She hadn’t seen him since they broke up over a year ago. She imagined his eyes widening and jaw dropping at the sight of her.
She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the dress hadn’t slipped off of the seat and turned back around just in time to see brake lights a mere twenty feet ahead. She stomped on the break pad, grasped the steering wheel with both hands, and prepared for impact.
There was the smack of metal hitting metal followed by a loud pop as the air-bag inflated into her face. Nancy opened her eyes and heard nothing else except for her heart pounding in her chest. She released her death grip on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
The driver’s side door of the car she hit opened and a man emerged. He sauntered towards Nancy’s car, briefly glancing at the damage to his car on the way. Nancy took a second deep breath as her heart rate shot up even higher. The man opened her door and peered inside.
“Are you ok?”
“Yes. Yes, I think so,” Nancy stuttered as she surveyed her upper body to make sure she was still in one piece.
“Nancy?” The man inquired.
Nancy forced herself to look at him and felt her face flush with embarrassment. The sun shone behind him making it look like he had a halo. Nancy wished he were a real angel because she would rather be dead in heaven than to be in such a situation.
“Hi, Jason,” she said wishing she would have worn the dress out of the store.