This week’s prompts are at the bottom.
Practice makes perfect. Let me know what you think.
Joan adored her new car, a brand new Toyota RAV4 in the so-called “Moon Rock” colour. It was all-wheel drive, had automatic windows, great fuel economy with an engine that was powerful enough for anything she ever expected to need. What troubled her was the technology. So much technology, she wasn’t sure if she would ever be able to figure out how to use all the available stuff.
The saleslady, Karen, had told her that the RAV4 had airbags, she knew what airbags were but wasn’t really how they worked. That didn’t bother her so much, just as long as they worked. They should work by themselves… right? No driver intervention required? There was a button on the roof, over the rearview mirror that would call 911 if she pressed it. Hopefully, she would never have to use that. There was a rear camera that allowed her to see what was behind her when she backed up. There was a screen on the dashboard that told her how many more miles she could go before she ran out of gas, and a myriad of other bits and pieces of information that she might want to know. Things like what radio station she was tuned to, what kind of music they played, the name of the song currently playing, and who the artist was. Who needs to know that much about the radio?
There was a feature that would beep and let her know if another vehicle was in her blind spot. If you got too close to that vehicle in your blind spot the car would scream at you. She didn’t get a demonstration of that feature but took Karen’s word for it. It had something called a USB port that looked like one of those things she plugged her cell phone into to charge it at night.
Joan’s undoing, though, was the capability of the car to know when you were beginning to stray from your lane and to help you correct for it. If your turn indicator was not engaged to signal a lane change it would sound a gentle “beep, beep, beep” and then nudge the car gently back into the lane where it belonged. Joan was a good driver, she could normally stay in her lane without too much difficulty. She didn’t encounter this feature at all for the first two months that she owned the car.
It was on Saturday, the 28th of September. Joan loaded a large plastic bowl of her famous bleu cheese potato salad into the back seat of her new car and headed to the picnic area at the park by the river. Her women’s group was meeting there to take advantage of the fine weather and socialize. They would be able to picnic and drink wine from plastic cups. Drinking wine was not allowed in the basement of the Baptist church where they normally met. Everyone seemed excited about the change in venue and Joan was no exception.
Howsoever, on the way to the meeting, Joan was on the two-lane highway leading out of town when the car in front of her braked and swerved suddenly toward the shoulder. It recovered and continued on, but not before it hit and killed a skunk that had been crossing the road. Joan had been following a safe distance behind so her manoeuvre was simple, she moved to the right to avoid the deceased polecat. When she did the car took control.
Beep, beep, beep; nudge, nudge, nudge – the car began to steer her back to the dead skunk that she was trying to avoid. Now, Joan knew about this feature, but she had never encountered it in the first two months of owning the vehicle. She fought it. She fought hard, setting herself to steer against it. The car redoubled its efforts to keep her on track to hit the unfortunate black and white striped animal lying flattened in her lane. This caused Joan to struggle even harder to steer away from what was now beginning to smell as bad as it looked.
Without warning the car, sensing defeat gave up trying to correct for what it had deemed erratic driving on Joan’s part. When it did, The torque she had on the steering wheel suddenly took over that she steered off the road. She plummeted down a steep ravine and ended up in the river below. The river wasn’t very deep here but it was deep enough for the water level to be higher than her rolled down driver’s side window and flooding ensued. The engine almost immediately died from sucking river water into the intake and the interior slowly filled. Joan mourned her summer dress, her bleu cheese potato salad. She reached down to the floorboard for her purse and fished out her cellphone. Ruined.
Opening the driver’s door she stepped out into the cold, muddy river water and waded to the bank. The smell was horrific.
This week’s prompts are:
- round ‘em up
- am I smart enough to know the difference?
- burying my friends
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need and, have fun!