Notelet XX: The Backpack

Yasmeen waited at the edge of the road. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting for a car to pass by so she could catch a ride back into town. She looked behind her to see if she'd zipped her backpack properly. She loved her golden brown backpack which she'd got as a gift from her uncle for her twenty first birthday. Her backpack had inner linings and pockets. She thought the brown tassels hanging on the zippers looked really good.
Twenty minutes, fifty minutes, still no car on the road. "If only I had listened to am w 'ab I would have spared myself this lonely waiting", she was thinking. Another two hours in the hot sun and her make-up would melt. "There's no shade and I am afraid", she started to think and worry. "What am I going to do", she questioned herself. "I don't want to collapse", she thought with a worried face. "I am thirsty and I feel vulnerable", she said out loud.
She sat on a stone and put her backpack on her knee. She didn't want it to get dirty. "Is that a car I hear?", she jumped up. Yes it was. In fact they were two cars, one a cardillac and the other a normal saloon. The driver of the cardillac stopped just a few minutes from her. "Can I drop you somewhere?", he asked stretching over to open the passenger door. She accepted his invitation and started walking towards the driver. "The other car is my work car and it will follow us just like you have your backpack following you", he said trying to joke.

Thank goodness that by mercy she'd received this lift to take her to town. She would never again drive off to her friends with little gas.

You are quintessentially special,
Love Alab