Snow wreaked havoc on morning traffic. Amid the honking cars was Jerome’s Mini Cooper, inching on, one foot at a time. If this pace continued, he’d arrive at work just in time to hop back in his car and be homeward bound again.
The music on the radio was advancing at the same leisurely pace: some obnoxious song from a one hit wonder boy-band. He was just about to switch channels when the singer’s off-key high note was abruptly cut off by a news jingle. The first words of the presenter didn’t exactly spell good news.
“This is an emergency broadcast. Astronomers have discovered a meteor on a collision course for Earth. The rock will hit our planet in less than 24 hours, it has emerged. Details about the event are sketchy, but a NASA spokesman has confirmed that the meteor is a global killer. None will survive.”
You could actually hear the lump in the radio presenter’s throat.
“I suggest you contact your loved ones.”
And back up came the music, yet another inappropriately cheery pop song.
Jerome didn’t have a wife, a kid. Just some casual friends. And his family, well, the least said… The closest thing he had to a soul mate were his fellow commuters. In the car next to him, a girl was on her cell phone, tears running down her face. Another commuter ran franticly between the vehicles, moving one hell of a lot faster than any of the cars.
Jerome pushed the first number on his speed-dial. It took seven rings for someone to answer, but eventually someone did. “I’m taking a sick day,” he said, casually.
He got out of his car and promptly gave the guy next to him the biggest hug he had ever given anyone in his entire life.
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