1380. Traffic premonition

Miranda had a premonition that she was going to die in a road accident – and that very day. The only thing for it was not to go out in her car, but she had arranged to pick up the cat deworming pills from the vet’s that afternoon, and they were long overdue.

“Don’t be silly,” thought Miranda. “I can’t let these silly feelings dictate my life, otherwise nothing would ever get done. I shall go into town and pick up the cat’s pills, but be careful nonetheless.”

On the way back home from town, Miranda spotted a large concrete mixer truck approaching on the other side of the road. Miranda almost froze. This was it. It was part of her premonition. The concrete mixer truck would be the instrument of her death. She tried to slow down but instead she froze.

The concrete mixer truck came nearer. And nearer. It passed! Miranda was free! Saved! The premonition was a silly notion after all. “Thank goodness!” thought Miranda.

In her relief she missed the corner, ploughed into a bank, and was killed.

26 thoughts on “1380. Traffic premonition

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
      Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
      Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
      With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
      There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
      Lulled in these flowers with dances and delight.
      Is there any other bank?

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      1. Andrew

        Ah yes. I was in the school production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream about 50 years ago. And no, I wasn’t Bottom. In those the tough guys would smoke Woodbines. I don’t they were very luscious though. Acrid and cough-inducing but Shakespeare couldn’t make it rhyme.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Keep you mind on your drivin’
      Keep you hands on the wheel
      Keep your snoopy eyes on the road ahead… !
      (Of course, you wouldn’t be old enough to remember this song!)

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