“I’m going to walk to the electronics store to buy a new phone” Stephanie related, she had finally decided to purchase the phone she had her eye on for some time now. This had been a continuous conversation for us over the past few months, since her old phone crapped all of sudden. She would have purchased it a while back, but I always convince her to wait. Until today when I agreed she could satisfy her desire.
“That is fine, I am going to stay here, relax and read my book.” She scampered off and I subdued the word with my headphones. I sat engrossed in the world of Gatsby, enjoying my now stale coffee.
As I flipped the pages, a feeling of uncertainty fell upon my thoughts, as if something were telling me to accompany Steph on her walk. The feeling grew increasingly loud encumbering my train of thought and overwhelming my every sense. Although I tried I couldn’t remove this feeling from my subconscious, no matter how much I interject. I gathered my stuff, took one last sip of the stagnant coffee, and darted out the door.
At this point Steph had to have been in the lead a city block or so, just about ready to venture across the street. I hesitated phoning, as not to distract her from the traffic. However my anticipation persisted, after much resistance I dialed her number. This sense inside urging me to check on her as she walked in front of me.
“Hey Babe, it’s me. Where are you at?” I asked cautiously.
“I’m in front of the store, why?”
I explained, “I’ll be there shortly to walk with you back. I love you see you in a min.” I remember feeling an enlightening relief knowing she had made it there safely proving that this sensation was unnecessary.
Sometimes I have this internal feeling about situations, a large amount of the time they will make life better, but other times they would prove to create unnecessary stress. I can most of the time push it aside and break through whatever has me concerned. However, I had recently decided this was not the best practice. If I were to place a time on it, I’d say it was a little over a year ago that I decided to stop ignoring this urge and rather embrace it as……as an internal guide, of sorts. A sense of the force, as my father would call it. He was big into Star Wars, and believes things happen for a reason. His theory was always follow your instincts, go with the flow.
As I eagerly rushed to catch Steph, I came to the street that originally had worried me about her journey. I waited two or three minutes while the cars flew by, an entire herd of them charged forward from the green light. It changed from Green, to yellow, then red. Red meant go for me…the pedestrian jaywalking four lanes of traffic.. Left, then right, then left again. All clear I said to myself as I stepped onto the hot asphalt. Halfway into my venture I notice my phone vibrating against my leg, as I scrambled into my pocket to retrieve it I paused on the median. A number I had never seen before.
“Hello”….I answered while continuing my crossing.
“Yes Hello! this is unknown name, calling from, some bullshit company.” the phone goes quiet…Telemarketer…
Before I could bark to “remove my number from the calling list” I felt the impact…
I can only speculate the unknown caller had their eardrum blown as the Toyota Prius smashed us both into the asphalt. Telemarketer and myself being hurled from the bumper of the vehicle as the driver smashed her decrepit foot into the brake pedal. I laid there on the hot ground peering at the shattered lite of my phone screen as my eyes faded into a blurry tunnel darkness. The bystanders at the Starbucks gasped in horror. None of them quite sure how to react, I could hear them on repeat “somebody call 911.” as if no one had done so yet. I tried to look at them but couldn’t gather the strength to open my eyes.
I crossed this street regularly, it was my morning ritual, break at 10am, go get coffee. Five years, one thousand eight hundred and twenty five days. Minus weekends, sick days, PTO, and the rare occasion when I chose not to drink coffee. The last thing I remember hearing was the voice of an elderly woman exclaiming “I’ll call you back” She smashed the End button and began to dial 911…as if she still had not put one and two together, that phone was the reason for this whole incident..
One thousand eight hundred twenty six would be the final day I crossed this street.
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