Move To The City In A Broke Down Car Novels & Stories

Graham constantly slammed his palms frustratingly on his temple. No one was in sight. No incoming vehicle. His car broke down with a deflated tyre in the middle of no way. Slowly loosing hope, Graham sighed. An incoming vehicle drove noisily, loud music blared from the music box in the convertible car, dissolving the road silent. Graham's eyes brightened. There was hope. Surely, he could flag down the car and request for a lift. Moving to stand in by the road side, Graham flagged down the car with a strong conviction that it would stop.

But it was still my city. Even when it chewed me up and spit me out. At least it wasn’t winter, I thought as I climbed onto the hood of my battered car. I’d named her Maximo one night after a few drinks. It felt like a classy name for a not-so-classy car. I tried to breathe and think. My clothes were stuffed into two suitcases. My books and random junk were packed into a couple boxes. Everything I owned in this city was now in or around my car.

I jump behind the wheel and that marks the start of our entry into the big world. We are soon confronted with the harsh reality. After a few months, the money I took with me from the pack was gone, so we ran short of funds. Adding to our troubles, the city authorities towed our vehicle. We cannot pay the fine and we also do not have the legitimate registration documents. An official was kind enough to show us compassion by allowing us access to retrieve our belongings from within it. After that incident, go on with our lives, living in a cave near the human city and working in a fast-food restaurant.

I didn't think I could recover from such betrayal. Just like before, when I reached the city area, I just abandoned my car by the roadside. But this time it was a different place than previously. Taxis could be found quite easily in a place like this because it was packed with humans. So, I had no problem moving from one place to another without my car.

Maybe I just wanted to feel like I had a choice, like I could still control something in a life that suddenly felt like it was slipping through my fingers. I exhaled shakily, gathered myself, and slipped quietly toward the back exit. The door creaked open. Cool air rushed in, brushing my skin like a warning. I stepped outside and scanned the street, raising a hand to hail a taxi, but none stopped. The city moved on, oblivious, as if my world hadn’t just collapsed. Then, a sleek black car slowed beside me. The window rolled down. “Hi,” the driver said with a charming smile that almost didn’t fit the moment.

But somehow, somewhere along the way, that story shifted slowly, and I was late to notice. “A little traffic ahead, Miss,” Willy said, trying to sound informative. “Take the back roads,” I replied without looking. “I don’t want to stop for too long.” The car turned into a narrower lane. Rows of apartment buildings and cafes whizzed by outside the window. This city was full of people moving forward as if it didn’t matter who got left behind. And for the first time in a long while, I was scared that maybe I was one of them.

She could only pray to the heavens that they quickly send someone to save her it at least show her an escape route. She hoped that William would descend from the sky and bring her away from this terrifying hell. But... The sky outside the window had turned completely dark and the rain had already stopped. She had no idea where she was right noW. How could Williams find her? - It was simply wishful thinking! Finally, the business car got off the highway and drove towards a big city that was famous for its entertainment industry, Crim city . Although this city that was close to New York, it was not as prosperous as the big city and is often neglected. It was still famous throughout the countr

Then I turned the engine off and called the only number I could think of clearly. Not Jade. Not Diana. Ms. Holt. She picked up on the first ring. "The brakes failed," I said. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "On the hill road near Maren Street. The car you sent me to." A long silence. "Are you hurt?" she said. "No." Another silence, shorter. "Stay in the car. Lock the doors. I'll send someone." "There's a black car," I said. "At the top of the hill. It was there when I came down and it hasn't moved."

We were pieces, broken ones. I didn’t know where I was going. I just kept moving, letting the city swallow me. Cars passed. People walked. Conversations drifted by like I was underwater and the world was above the surface. None of it mattered. I felt detached from everything, like someone had unplugged me from my own life.

I'm broke, my apartment burned down, I don't know where my car is, and I have no family or friends in town to help me out. Which means Mr. Bossy-Asshole is my best option. When the car shows up, I toss my luggage in the trunk, and climb inside.