A Delusional Diary

They said, she wrote.

‘Rains suck.’ — A statement unusual from a perfectly sound woman, but it was justified. Your car broke on a clueless road, the bonnet oozing fumes of oil and wires, and God knows what that had burned inside, you are stranded and just a fool behind the wheel knowing nothing about the mechanics to fix it. And it’s raining for heaven’s sake, such statements become quite normal. I remember muttering such a statement in my head before, not sure under what context but my memory suggested I did. I sat in my car, clueless and stranded, hoping for a miracle or an angel…