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by Gita
Rated: E · Short Story · Experience · #2181218
I get myself into trouble.
I parked my car quickly. I was in a hurry.

Once I had stepped out and locked the door, I noticed that it was at an angle. Normally I would have got back inside the car and parked correctly, but I was in a hurry.

I hesitated. I didn’t feel happy about the way my car jutted out. I glanced inside and noticed that my house keys were in an open compartment on the side of the door. I remained standing, looking uneasily at my beloved car and also feeling very uncomfortable about leaving the keys in it. But, because I was in a hurry, I turned away and crossed the street. There was a guard, and plenty of people coming in and out of the doctor’s rooms. Their cars were in the street, too. Mine should be safe.

It was good to relax in the waiting room at the end of a day’s work. It was good that I was going to get myself seen to at long last.

Prescription in hand, I searched my bag for my car keys.

“Good thing I've seen the doc,” I thought to myself. “A five day course of antibiotics and I'll be well. Now off to the pharmacy, then home and to bed. Leon will make supper for us.”

I stared aghast at the place where I had parked. The car was gone! Stolen.

I felt even more sick. Why hadn’t I heeded my gut feeling? It had told me to park properly, and to take the house keys with me.

Now we would have to replace all the house keys immediately, and I would have to buy a replacement for the car that was intended to last me to the end of my driving days. What a palaver and what an expense!

My parking at that angle had made for a quick get-away. Dammit! Dammit!
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