Incident on the N12 – Friday Fictioneers, February 2022

Copyright Na’ama Yehuda

The late afternoon thunderheads erupt suddenly, sweeping the storm quickly across the Highveld, its progress heralded by the pungent aroma of newly-dampened dust.

A bakkie pulls alongside her stationary car, the driver shouting over the crackling skies and torrential rain.

“Jump in – your husband sent me….”

“It’s ok, I’ve called for Roadside.”

“Traffic’s chokka, the road’s flooded back there.”

Every instinct screams no

But she’s wet, cold, desperate.

Get a grip, girl, she thinks, reaching for the door handle.

He leans across to unlock it, his features briefly and unforgettably illuminated by the recovery truck’s headlights as it pulls up behind.

The photo this week reminded me of our time in Johannesburg, when summer storms arrived at almost the same time late afternoon/early evening for days on end. The wonderful smell of wet earth was always a signal that it was close at hand. The highway dangers are pretty much the same everywhere these days. Thanks to Rochelle for all she does for Friday Fictioneers.

And here’s a picture of our new rescue cat, who, someone says, is a Russian Blue. So this is Bellarovsky.

Bellarovsky

About Sandra

I used to cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and wrote fiction and poetry. Now I live on the beautiful Dorset coast, enjoying the luxury of being able to have a cat, cultivating an extensive garden and getting involved in the community. I still write fiction, but only when the spirit moves me - which isn't as often as before. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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56 Responses to Incident on the N12 – Friday Fictioneers, February 2022

  1. neilmacdon says:

    I know that terror well. I broke down at night on the R21

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  2. Sandra says:

    Never a good thing to break down at night on a motorway. But a whole other matter in Gauteng.

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  3. Dear Sandra,

    This one chilled me to the bone. Something tells me her husband didn’t send the man. Love the cat’s name. 🙂

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Ain says:

    Chilling to the core…

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  5. Tannille says:

    Never can be too careful. Scary situation. Always trust the gut.

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  6. Dale says:

    I felt a chill run up my spine. I love how you leave us hanging… in fear!

    Sweet new member of your family 🙂

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  7. trentpmcd says:

    Saved by the recovery truck… hopefully!

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  8. Breaking down and a storm, what a scary day! Well written story!

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  9. elmowrites says:

    I’m going to read this as an innocent helper and oh now the rescue truck is here so there are two people to help her. Isn’t that lovely?

    OK? Because I don’t like the alternative. 😉

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  10. pennygadd51 says:

    Phew – just in time! And what a powerful image you create with your last sentence. “He leans across to unlock it, his features briefly and unforgettably illuminated by the recovery truck’s headlights as it pulls up behind.”

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  11. michael1148humphris says:

    I liked where the story took me, and I love the cat.

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  12. Bill says:

    I have forgotten all the good weather breakdowns, but none of the bad weather ones. Well told, a always, Sandra.

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  13. msjadeli says:

    The same features she sees days later on the evening news, wanted for a string of murders… God is merciful. Such good writing, Sandra.

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  14. Wow, you really captured the sinister feel of the situation

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  15. CGraith says:

    I feel her fear and dilemma, or maybe it’s my dilemma not knowing who is the good guy and who the bad which is disturbing. Can you add a happy ending? Lol.

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  16. i b arora says:

    something bad is about to happen

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  17. trishsplace says:

    Love the smell of rain coming. Sweet cat.

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  18. A very chilling story. I was stressed until the last line (whew). Welcome to your newest family member. She’s so cute!

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  19. Could the “good” Samaritan be named C.E. Ayr? I originally read the “new-dampened LUST” instead of dust. It put a whole new twist on the story. 🙂

    We once had a cat name Pestilence. He was deserving of his moniker.

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  20. You really racked up the tension. I literally sighed with relief at the end!

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  21. Liz Young says:

    Thank god the recovery truck arrived when it did. I hope the driver also remembered that face.

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  22. Patricia Clair says:

    Ooh! I love the thriller aspect of this!

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  23. Margaret says:

    Wow. That was a close call. I could feel her indecision and the temptation to just be out of there. Love the imagery, especially the ‘newly-dampened dust’ and the ‘crackling skies’. Had me right there.

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  24. ahtdoucette says:

    Love this snapshot picture of South Africa. I felt like I could have been there with the picture you conjure, including the terrifying feeling of being stuck out alone on the Highveld in flood weather. What a tableau. Nice to meet the new family member as well. Hi Bella! Be a good girl. Please don’t invade Ukraine. =D

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  25. plaridel says:

    saved by the bell i guess? not quite sure of a happy ending.

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  26. James McEwan says:

    A good samaritan or was this a lucky escape. The suspense was compelling.

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  27. draliman says:

    Thank goodness the recovery truck showed up. I hope she sees it.
    Bellarovsky is a handsome cat!

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  28. GHLearner says:

    This is very scary and I’m glad it ends with the truck arriving. Bella is gorgeous.

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  29. granonine says:

    I was terrified for her! So glad the rescue truck came in the nick of time!

    That’s an impressive cat 🙂

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  30. jillyfunnell says:

    What a great take, Sandra. I was right there with her – and the tension! Phew. Bellarovsky’s a fine cat – has an aristocratic look and what a lovely name. I too have a rescue cat (whose name I borrowed for this week’s FF story). Saffy came home about twelve weeks ago – aged 13 – but very bright and playful and an absolute joy.

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  31. That doesn’t sound like he was sent by her husband.

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  32. Nobbinmaug says:

    Great atmosphere and tension building up to the ominous ending.

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