55mph

This rain is not stopping any time soon. Her wet hair is dripping freezing water. Her bruised knees are covered in mud and oil; so are her thin hands with bitten fingernails. Her smudged makeup is declaring war to the flat tire in front of her. Her shaking hands want to strangle the lifeless phone. Where are those kind strangers or creepy stalkers when she needs one? Her wet and greasy hands are slipping from the cold lug wrench. Half-frozen fingers are fighting the jack while trying to put the car back on solid ground. She kicks the spare with childish anger and tosses the cold wet metal and rubber into the trunk. Not looking forward driving under 55mph in this shit-weather.. What a shit-day..