Only One Thing
by Wuff Al
It was too late. Before Jean could hear her husband’s warning and react, the bike slammed into her. She was flung some twenty metres away. The rider went down with his Suzuki, dragging for a few seconds.
Tom ran for his heavily-pregnant wife who was bleeding all over. The rider managed to get up and hobbled towards his wrecked vehicle. He looked at Tom through his visor and said, “Sorry, I must really go.” He mounted his bike and left hastily.
Tom held Jean tight in his arms and wept. She was not breathing anymore. His sorrow overwhelmed him. It then turned into rage.
He placed Jean by the pavement. He walked back into his car and started the engine. There was only one thing on his mind.
A few minutes later, Tom’s car was tearing down the streets. Like a whirlwind in the desert, his movement on the road spelled destruction. Inevitably, the rider came into sight. There was no room for a logical uproar. Tom floored the accelerator and moments later, his car rammed the Suzuki……
“Where’s my husband, damn it! Where’s he?” the woman in the labour ward yelled. She was losing her head as the doctor urged her to push the baby out. Her mother-in-law was waiting anxiously outside. Her mobile phone rang loud as she picked up the call. The police officer on the line informed her that her son had died in a hit-and-run incident while riding his bike just half an hour earlier.