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|Weekend Jaunt (standard:drama, 746 words)|
|Author: Ian Hobson||Added: Sep 19 2005||Views/Reads: 2225/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|"There's something wrong with the brakes!" Tim shouted. Claire screamed. Would this just ruin their weekend away or would it ruin the prospects of them spending their whole life together?|
Weekend Jaunt ©2005 Ian Hobson "There's something wrong with the brakes!" Tim shouted. Claire screamed. Would this just ruin their weekend away or would it ruin the prospects of them spending their whole life together? Not that Tim had popped the question yet. Claire's blond curls blew across her face as she glanced fearfully at Tim. He was stamping on the brake peddle and pulling hard on the handbrake; but his MG convertible continued to speed downhill towards the T-junction and the wooden fence beyond. "Can't you make it stop?" Claire yelled. Tim ignored her, tying to decide whether to let the car crash into the fence or to try and make a right turn. He opted for the fence, not wishing to risk rolling the car over. A vision of himself and Claire, lying crushed beneath the overturned car, flashed through his mind. "Just hold on tight," he said, firmly. "We'll be okay." He hadn't survived the war to die in an automobile accident. As they reached the junction, a motorcyclist sped across their path, travelling from left to right; his face turning towards them and registering horror beneath his leather helmet and goggles. Claire screamed again as they missed him by inches. Then, bracing herself against the dashboard, she closed her eyes as the car shot across the grass verge and smashed into the fence. Tim had aimed between two fence posts, and the ageing cross-members shattered like matchwood, arresting only a little of the car's forward motion. And unfortunately the gradient of the grass-covered field they had entered was even steeper than the road and worse, beyond it there was nothing; just the undulating cliff edge and then the sparkling blue sea stretching to the distant horizon. Claire still had her hands on the dashboard but she had opened her eyes again, though they were now filled with tears. Tim, realising they only had a few seconds left, was franticly surveying the lay of the land ahead. "Hold tight," he ordered Claire again, his voice now betraying rising panic. He steered the car left towards a dip in the field, where the grass was a little longer and hopefully the ground a little softer. He had guessed right, and although the car was still heading at an angle towards the cliff edge, the softer ground had slowed it considerably. "We'll have to jump," Tim shouted. Claire sat frozen beside him, her hair buffeted by the wind. "Claire! We have to jump, now!" The car bounced as it hit a ridge in the ground only a few yards from the cliff edge, and with relief Tim saw a low wooded sign bearing the words: WARNING DANGEROUS CLIFF, and he turned the steering wheel hard-right towards it. The car hit the sign full on, almost flattening it, and bounced to a stop with its front wheels just over the cliff edge. Tim breathed a sigh if relief and turned off the engine. His heart was beating fast, as was Claire's, but they could hear waves crashing on the rocks far below. But then they heard another sound; a creaking sound as the car began to tilt forwards. Claire opened her mouth to scream again but this time no sound came out. "Don't move," Tim whispered, as though the sound of his voice might send them to their doom. Slowly he inched himself up and over the back of his seat, and as he climbed into the rear of the car, it creaked again as it tilted back to almost horizontal. "Claire, I want you to get out," he said, still in a whisper. "I... I daren't." Claire replied. "You must," insisted Tim. Claire sobbed, as slowly and carefully, she opened her door and started to get out. But opening the door upset the car's balance and it began to tilt forward again. "Get out!" Tim cried, as he saw Claire hesitate. Now the car had begun to slide forward, and Clare only just managed to throw herself out before the front of the front half of the car slid over the edge. Then as Tim climbed over the boot and jumped clear, the whole car went over and plummeted down to the rocks below. Unable to stand, Tim crawled over to where Claire lay, facedown in the grass. And, as she raised her head and looked into his eyes, he realised just how much she meant to him. "Darling," he said, "will you marry me?" Tweet
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