Highway to Heaven

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The air was cool that morning; I can remember because the frosted tip of my breath had left a cloudy patch of fog on my window. The morning was just like any other. I had just eaten breakfast and packed my bags for work. It wasn’t until I was halfway there that I realized I had left my coat at home.
You see, I was an accountant. I worked inside day in and day out; however, that day was the office picnic. Who decided to hold it on the coldest day of the year, I don’t know. Nonetheless I had to go or risk looking like the jerk who would rather be indoors crunching numbers than chatting it up with his fellow accountants.
I quickly pulled the car off onto the nearby highway ramp. Normally I would have just turned around and taken the scenic route - the fearsome echoes of the highway passer-byers made me feel nervous, rushed, and unconfident; I much preferred the calming whoosh of passing trees. I didn’t have time for my usual scenic route though.
Car by car went around the flashy edges of my tiny white car as they all raced to get to their destination. I however, kept my car at a more, how do you say, legal pace: about five kilometres below the speed limit.
My eyes religiously watched the radio clock as the minutes edged their way up the dashboard. It was five to seven; Janet would just be leaving. To save myself some time I thought I’d call ahead and ask her to grab my coat for me. I dialed the numbers and the speakers rang.
“Hello?”
“Jan, would you mind grabbing my coat for me, I completely forgot that stupid picnic was today.”
“Sure, I’ll throw it out on the chair for you, okay, I’ve got to go though.”
“Thanks Jan, love you.”
“Love you too!” The phone clicked.
I kept on driving at my snail pace much to the displeasure of...

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...ncy?”
“There’s a car accident. Corner of Davidson Dr. and Alenson St. Please, hurry.” I yelled into the phone through my trembling lips and a haze of tears.
“Help is on the way. Are you hurt sir?”
“No, but please hurry.” I tossed the phone back into the seat and went back to the car. I stuck my fingers together and placed them on her limp neck in an attempt to check for a pulse. There was nothing except cold, and I stepped back away from the lifeless body and waited.
Off in the distance the faint sound of sirens shouted, growing louder with every second. I waved the down and the screaming ambulance pulled off at the scene. One of the paramedics ran for the truck, and the other the car. I stood on the wet grass, just feet away from the accident, staring at the woman. The paramedic hollered to me:
“Do you know this woman?”
“Yes.” I responded.
“That’s my wife, Janet.”

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