Margret drummed long fingers on the steering wheel as she glared at the traffic light. She was almost certain that it had been red for the past six minutes. Any day any time, she preferred traffic wardens; at least those were humans, you could give them a piece of your mind and expect a response. But how was one to yell at a traffic light?

She sighed warily. At this point, she was already beginning to think that maybe yelling might actually work. The hot Abuja sun was scotching her arms and the AC wasn’t even helping. Urgh! What made her follow this accursed road?!

She felt a tiny hand tap her lightly, forcing her to take her eyes off the infuriating traffic light.

“What is it dear?” She was trying hard not to let her frustration show in her voice. Her four year old daughter wasn’t the reason why she was having a bad day.

“Why does that man have no legs?”

Margret quickly looked at the direction where her daughter was pointing. A beggar was sitting at the sidewalk- he was a double amputee. Margret released a tight smile and wondered why children had to ask so many questions; she could swear this was the thirtieth question her daughter had asked since she picked her from school.

“Maybe he had an accident.” Margret hoped the answer satisfied her curiosity. Sadly, it didn’t.

“What type of accident? Is it a bad accident?” Wendy’s eyes were wide with expectation as she waited for an answer.

Margret released a heavy sigh then faced her daughter squarely. “Honey, can you store up all your questions and ask me later? Mummy’s brain is super tired and it wants to rest.”

“How do you know your bwain is tired?” Wendy still couldn’t pronounce brain properly. “Will mine get tired too?” Wendy’s eyes widened in panic as she asked.

“Didn’t I just…” Margret’s reply was cut short by the blaring of several horns. At last the green light had come on. She noticed in dismay that the several cars in front of her had already driven off, now angry drivers were yelling at her as they drove past.

As she stepped on the accelerator pedal, she hoped she’ll pass before the light turned red again. She didn’t bother checking for cars as she drove past the T-junction and clicked on her trafficator.

Almost immediately, another car speeding from the right rammed into theirs with so much force that for a second Margret thought she was airborne. Then like a person trapped in a horrible nightmare, she felt their car spin crazily as the sound of screeching tires filled the air.

Her terrified scream was silenced by the force of the air bag; it pressed against her face, trapping her screams and suffocating her at the same time. She was jeered by a sharp pain that tore at the nape of her neck, the seat-belt was tearing at her skin. Flaying her hands in panic she pushed at the air bag, desperate for air and wanting to look at her daughter.

Her head bobbed crazily as another car hit theirs from behind. This time, she was certain they were airborne because their car was somersaulting! For a brief moment, in the midst of the crashing and banging, she managed to glance at Wendy. Her heart stopped at the sight that greeted her; her four year old was strapped to her seat and pressed by the air bag, she looked as limp as a rag-doll.

At last the car landed on its roof. Bright red blood dripped from her mouth into her hairline- she felt pain allover. The air was thick with the smell of burning rubber on asphalt and more sounds of screeching tires filled everywhere. Then she started hearing voices, mostly exclamations. She heard someone open the car door and felt hands dragging her out of the vehicle.

“My baby…” she whispered, unable to find her voice. They made her lie on her back and someone fanned her with a shirt. From the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of her car, it looked like it had been hit by a train! Her heart sank even more as her eyes swept the scene; there was a trail of blood that stained the tarred road. Whose blood was it? Was she dreaming? Is this even real?

She tried to seat up, wincing as she felt a sharp pain at her side. She shrugged off hands that tried to push her back to the ground.

“Where is my daughter?” she asked, her voice was ragged and slightly hysterical. She managed to get to her feet, stifling the pain as she limped towards the car.


Completed novel at wattpad.com. Click here for link.

16 thoughts on “WENDY (I)

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  1. Some suspense isn’t healthy for my brain and as a parent I can imagine how Margaret feels.
    Good intro. Please hurry with the second part

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      1. You’re welcome but I’m still pondering on what might have happened to Wendy.
        Hmmmm, I’ll manage to survive and hang on as I wait to read the second part.
        Thumbs up Precious

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  2. Pls what happened to Margaret’s daughter??
    Hope she survived the crash?
    And hope she would not break her legs just like the lame man she was starring at, that distracted both her and the Mom…?
    Oh Namesy, this fiction is touching and looks real. Can’t wait for the next segment.

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