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Max Oberon

Max Oberon lives on the Sunshine Coast, Queensland, Australia, a ship'd officer by profession he has now turned his hand to writing employing years of experience travelling the world. Max's first published novel 'TILT a climate change suspense thriller' is receiving great reviews across the Amazon world. His two short stories have now been selected and published in a collection of such stories in the book named Short Stories and Tall Tales. His poem about Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin is receiving enormous attention on his website.

Max has a romance novel underway and two further short stories nearing completion. "Walking on our glorious local beach each day clears my head and provides enormous creative inspiration" says Max.

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Monday
Jun202016

Short Stories by Max Oberon

We Live in Exciting Times…and We Die in Boredom

Running late again, Mick thought he’d be sure to get his ass chewed by the boss. “See you later dear,” he shouted up the stairs to the Missus as he opened the front door to leave.

“See you honey have a nice day.”

“Yeah right”, then Mick’s usual response, “nice day, fat chance at that dump of an office.”

“Hey where are you off to this time?” Mick asked the neighbours Jim, Suzie and their two kids throwing back packs into a big taxi.

“Hi Mick, Sri Lanka this time, but only for a month. Brother’s coming round every day to check mail, do bins, you know. Keep an eye on the place for us. Gotta dash. Have a nice day.”

Arseholes, how come they are always off on some adventure? Must have won the lottery or maybe her folks keep giving them money, they look like they’re doing okay when they come round, always smiling and joking, they’re arseholes too.

Car starts first time, still smells new, only four weeks old and the latest Ford model, heaps of power, better than that piece of crap Jim and Suzie have. Mick felt good now, sort of like a road warrior, the V8 sounding powerful as he backed out the driveway. ‘Shit where did he come from?’ was Mick’s next thought.

“Idiot!” Mick shouted as some clown raced down the street as he was about to back onto the road.

“I’ll show him,” said Mick into the rear view mirror. Out of reverse, slam into drive, hit the gas and the power surges. Street’s a bit tight but he can still cut him off before the tee junction, ‘see what he thinks of my new wheels as he gives him the finger.’

“Fuck you,” mouths the other guy through his window. Mick thinks he’ll get out and see who gets fucked at the junction. The arsehole turns off left, Mick’s stuck in the right turn lane. ‘At least he knows my cars much better than his,’ thought Mick smugly.

“Jack and Lily, sure you’ve got all your things on the list we made out yesterday?” Suzie asked her two very excited children as Jim paid the taxi driver at the International Airport.

“Sure do mom, the children chimed.” After the last trip to Central America, when Lily left her notepad at home and Jack forgot his camera, Suzie felt sure they would have taken extra care. “Can we really ride on elephants mom and eat fresh coconuts straight off the tree?” asked Jack. Suzie beamed “Sure can and heaps of other fun stuff too. Did you make out your bucket list for the trip like we talked about?”
“Mine’s more like a barrel list, couldn’t fit it all into a bucket!” giggled Lily. Even Jim heard that and burst out laughing together with his wife and lovely kids. They might only be ten and twelve, but boy were they having some adventures.

Mick pulled into the driveway at work. What a great run. Instead of taking twenty minutes, he’d done it in fifteen. Great driving, only one red light but he knew the camera was out for maintenance, his mate had told him that in the bar. Hopefully no speeding tickets today, God how he hated those cops giving out tickets like it was lollies on Halloween. They’re all arseholes, sometimes you’ve just got to speed to get there on time, besides, he was a great driver and now he had the wheels to prove it. The cops should make allowances for great drivers with a new car. Shit that reminds me the first payment is due tomorrow, why the hell are the payments so much? Maybe his boss would let him do a bit extra overtime to help make the payments. His wife Sara wasn’t too keen on shifting her hair do to every two months instead of one month; that would be a big help with the payments; well at least it would pay for the extra insurance.

“Hi Peter.” Mick greeted his boss with a large fake smile.

“Hello Mick, late again I see. We start here at eight sharp Mick, not eight ten.”

“Yeah err, sorry Peter.” He couldn’t use the ‘car wouldn’t start’ excuse this time. “There was an accident down the road. Looks like some stupid bastard bumped into a truck. No blood though, don’t think anyone was killed or anything.”

“Eight sharp Mick, it’s not like we haven’t talked about it before.”

“Err Peter I was wondering if you could fit me in with a bit of overtime, ya know, to help with the car payments like?”

“Mick, you are having trouble doing your regular hours, what makes you think there’s overtime for you? Get here on time and we’ll talk about it.”

“Yeah right okay Peter, it’s the Mrs with her fancy hairdos and the kids, they cost a fortune, every week it’s a new ‘i’ this or ‘i’ that, they must think I’m made of money.”

When Mick arrived at his customer’s support desk just off from the main reception area, his phone was ringing. Finally finding it under the piles of paper and various coloured manila folders he thought ‘Why couldn’t they give me a bigger desk and yeah, more filing cabinets, that would make a difference. A row of three drawer cabinets just looked like crap, not businesslike or anything, that’s why he didn’t use them. This tiny grey walled office in a corner of the shop where the air con didn’t venture, God, this really was a shit job.’

“Peter’s Plumbing Service, Mick speaking.”

“Mick it’s me,” said Sara.

“What’s up honey?”

“It’s the neighbours. I just heard in the coffee shop that they’ve gone off on another trip. Shit Mick that’s about four in the last six months and every weekend they’re off somewhere. Where are they getting all the money from?”

“How the hell should I know?”

“We haven’t had a trip in years, not even a weekend away. Last time we went somewhere was your sisters and you had a fight with her boyfriend. I think it’s time we started having some fun and I wanted to tell you that.”

“He was an asshole, all English pricks are assholes and if you want some fancy trips, well you can start by getting another job; that part time crap at the Pilates studio isn’t going to pay for diddly shit.”

“Look Mick I’ve told you I’ve tried to get a better job but things are tough now. Why don’t you ask your boss for a raise?”

“He’s a right arsehole, he won’t even give me some overtime.”

“Well I’ve taken a step in the right direction. One of the ladies that comes to the studio is a Life Coach and she says she will give you and me a free session. She drives an Audi and wears real nice clothes, I reckon she knows a thing or two.”

“The hell she will, I don’t need some stupid know it all bitch telling me her version of how to get my shit together. Besides, she’s probably got some high flying boyfriend or husband with a decent job.”

“Mick, pull your head in, women can be successful too. She gave me a card and I’ve had a look at the website. She normally charges $150 for an hour session so we are going to have this free one.”

“Thieving bitch if that’s how she pays for her car and fancy clothes.”

“Mick, my dad bought you that book last Christmas about financial independence and you haven’t even opened the front cover. I’m sick of being tight for cash and having to scrimp and make do. The neighbours are off on another adventure and I want some of that too, so I say we go and see what she has to say.”

“I’m telling you, it’ll be a whole lot of crap about goal setting and budgets and saving money and shit like that. Look, we’re doing okay. We have a home and a new car and the kids had some new clothes just a few weeks ago.”

“For heaven’s sake Mick, we are up to our eyeballs in debt, God knows how we’ll make the new car payments, the rents already two weeks behind; I’m sick of it Mick. It’s time for a change and this is the start of it.”

“Mick, there’s a customer out here who’s been waiting almost ten minutes to see you about their account, what’s going on?”

“On my way Peter, just some urgent family business, you know, to do with the kids.”

“Gotta go love. I’m off to the game after work and just a couple of drinks with the guys after. Should be home by ten, don’t wait up.” He hung up the phone, rose from his broken office chair, forced a smile and walked to the reception area.

Later that week…

“I told you I don’t want to do this. If the bitch tries to suck us into one of her programs or sign up for more sessions, I swear I’ll smack her in the mouth.”

“Mick you’ll calm down and be perfectly pleasant and for God’s sake, slow the shit down, I don’t want to die in a blazing inferno on the side of the road!”

“These clowns are the ones that should die at the side of the road. Look at this cretin driving at the speed limit.”

“Do you think driving on his back bumper is a good idea? What if he has to stop in a hurry and you bend your precious new car?”

“This car is so much better than that piece of crap, I’ll be stopped way before he does. Besides, I’ve told you before not to criticise my driving, I’m a great driver. The instructor at the driver’s rehabilitation school said I could be really good.”

“He also said that the next time you lost your license you would likely go to prison.”

“Arsehole.”

They wheeled their new Ford into the car park of the neat and tidy four level office block with its grey exterior and black trims around the tinted windows. Mick took in the sign at the entrance which announced Berkshire Professional Suites. It looked like there were various professionals with their offices here. A Chiropractor, Nutritionist, Massage Therapist, Bowen Therapy Practitioner; whatever the crap they all did, seems like this was the place to come and see all manner of whackos.

“Professional suites, maybe she’s a hooker after hours,” said Mick.

“You think you are so funny. She’s a very pleasant lady and remember this is a free session. It’s a gift so let’s see if we can find out anything from it.”

“I’m telling you, it’ll be all crap.”

“Hello Sara and this must be Mick,” said a tall elegantly dressed women in her mid-thirties. Mick took her in with one full head to toe body scan. About 5 ft. 8ins, slim, great figure, fancy clothes, expensive jewellery. This is the sort of chick he would go after if he wasn’t bogged down with Sara. She’d lost it a bit since the kids. Tried hard to keep it all in the right places, but he could see it would be a losing battle. Maybe he should start making plans for a trade in, just like he had with the car. Yeah this one was a real looker, spoke fancy, even smelled nice.

“My name is Eloise Rigby. Let’s have a seat through here and we can get started.”

Eloise led them to a small but beautifully appointed meeting room. There was a square, glass topped chrome sided table with four soft brown leather office style chairs. Two paintings hung on the walls, both water colours; one of a woodland scene and one a palm fringed white sandy beach. Mick liked the sandy beach one and wished he was laid in a hammock next to it with a fancy cocktail in a very big glass; maybe even some brown skinned bare breasted local giving him a massage.

Eloise missed nothing. She could sense his cocky uneasiness. From how Sara had responded when Eloise suggested that she should bring her husband along for a free session, she knew these two were on a slippery slope. Armed with an undergraduate degree in phys-ed and a Masters in Economics, she had gone on to earn a Doctorate in psychology. Eloise believed in giving back to the universe and one of her ways of doing this was to take in a pro bono student each month. She never forced her professional services on ungrateful students and wasn’t quite sure how this one would pan out. But Sara had always been very pleasant to her at the Pilates studio and had seen her kindness to others displayed on more than one occasion.

Armed with a glass of water, both and seated in the comfortable chairs, Eloise took the reins and said, “Mick, I can see you were drawn to the painting of the tropical beach scene. What were you thinking as you looked at it?”

“Look I’m not really sure why we are here and I want to tell you upfront that I’m not into all this hairy fairy shit, excuse my French, about dreams and goals and all that crap. Sara said you were a nice lady and that you were interested in giving us a free session on something. So why don’t we cut the crap and get to the bit where you try and sell us something. Then I can tell you where to stick it and we can get out of here and stop wasting everyone’s time.”

‘Normal start to one of these sessions,’ was the thought that briefly popped into Eloise’s mind. Good, I’m in with a chance with these two.

“Very interesting speech Mick. Now if you would be so kind as to answer my question about the tropical beach scene we will be able to move on.”

Smart arsed bitch, spunky too, I like that. “I was thinking that it looks like a nice place and I could see myself there, lying around having a drink maybe even get a massage or two.” Sara playfully slapped his upper arm.

“Have you been to a place like that before Mick?”

“When I was a kid we used to go on nice holidays but I haven’t done anything like that since I was around fifteen or so.”

“Why did you stop going?”

“Well, I sort of fell out with my old man. We had a fight one day when I told him where to stick it and I was pretty well on my own after that. He cut me off like, yer know.”

“Are you friends with you dad now?”

“Look I don’t know what’s going on here; I thought maybe you had some get rich scheme you could put our way. We just need a bit more cash and we’re fine. I don’t need any psycho crap or whatever it’s called. If you have something for us get on with it, otherwise I want to go.”

“Shut up Mick and listen to what the lady has to say. The car’s in my name because of your credit history and if you don’t give this a chance it’s going back tomorrow, get it?”

‘Bitch’ he thought, ‘telling me to shut up in front of this high class whore, I’ll get her for that. But I love my car.’

“Sure so where were we?” asked Mick pleasantly.

“I can see you are uncomfortable talking about your past Mick, I too have a life to get on with so how about you both tell me about how things are going now and where you are headed if you keep on as you are?”

“I’ll tell you how things are going,” said Sara with the force of floodgates collapsing. “ We are in deep shit. Mick’s just bought an expensive new car we can’t afford. We’re behind in our payments on all sorts of things and our jobs are not paying enough for our life as it is. If Mick keeps on being late that’ll be the end of his job and then we are really stuffed. Our neighbours are living a fabulous life, always laughing and joking. Their kids are happy and what’s more they’re always off on some adventure somewhere whether it’s a big holiday or a weekend away. Just the other day they headed off to India or Sri Lanka or somewhere round there, for a month mind you and they took the kids too.”

“They maybe have high paying jobs or family money perhaps. It’s not good to compare yourself with the neighbours, there’s an old saying about ‘keeping up with the Jones’s’,” said Eloise.

“No that’s not the case. He’s a lecturer at the college and she does some part time work at the local kindergarten. I don’t even think there’s any rich parents around. His are quite old and frail and hers are younger but I don’t think they’re rich. They must be doing okay though, whenever they come around they’re always smiling and we hear the laughter from their back garden.”

“His car’s a piece of crap too,” offered Mick.

“You seem to like cars Mick. Tell me how you came to get your new one, what is it anyway?”

“It’s a Ford V8 GTX, 500 HP and really fast; I got a red one as my mate reckons they turn more heads.”

“Did you just go out one day and buy it?”

“Shit no, I planned it for ages, had to do up my old one and get a good price for it. Then I knew there was a new model coming out as I’d been watching it on the car forum. I’m so chuffed that I didn’t get the previous one, this one’s so much better. Anyway, it took about six months and then it all came together, sold the old one, got a small win on the horses and the local dealer said he had a red one coming in with the next batch, and whammo, I got exactly what I wanted.”

“How did you feel doing all that homework and then planning to make it happen just like you wanted it to?”

“It was great, I was so excited to see it come together. I’m going to work out which one to get next and I’ll do the same. Maybe even move up to a BMW M5 or something like that, but they cost a shit load and that’ll take some careful planning, eh Sara?”

“Over my dead body Mick, we are paying bills and getting on top of things and if that doesn’t happen soon you’ll be back to driving round a piece of Chinese crap like the one you just got rid of. And I want a home to call my own, I’m sick of renting. We need a place that’s ours so we can do it up and be proud of it when friends come round.”

“We’ll never be able to afford our own home, so don’t start that again.”

“Did you ever think you wouldn’t be able to afford your dream car Mick?” asked Eloise.

“Sure, it was way out of sight six months ago.”

“Mick, was it exciting planning and then getting the car?”

“It was great, best thing in years, eh Sara?”

“Maybe for you.”

“Would you say the other aspects of your life are fun and exciting at the moment?”

“It’s as boring as bat shit. All we do is sleep, eat and watch TV. He goes out with his mates to the game and bar and I stay home with the kids.”

“I get my kicks from driving my car fast and maybe a few laughs with the mates. I really like it when I can cut in and out of the traffic, let everyone see what a good driver I am and that sort of thing.”

“If you could make things exciting what sort of things would you do? Mick first.”

“I used to love fishing when I was a kid. I’d love to catch a marlin, maybe even go salmon fishing in Canada or Alaska, and car racing, if I was rich I’d go off to car races around the world and stay in fancy hotels.”

“What about you Sara?”

“I’d really like some new clothes and shoes; haven’t had a decent pair of shoes ever. Some nice stuff for the kids too, maybe be able to send them off to college. Young Sam wants to be a lawyer but we’ve told him to forget that and start thinking about something like a supermarket job or maybe the army.”

“Would you both say you’d like to have more adventure and excitement in your lives, maybe a bit like the neighbours you mentioned?”

“Yeah, I hate my boring life and job and it’s all shit,” said Mick with Sara nodding along.

“Okay, our times up now, so thanks for coming to see me. I hope it all works out for you. Sara. I’ll see you at the studio, probably in just over two weeks as I’m flying out today.”

“Hang on a minute lady, what do you mean that’s it, see you later. I thought we came here so you could help us out with some shit, maybe have a secret formula for us to get rich or something. I haven’t sat here for nearly an hour to go away with nothing, you must have something for us?”

“Where are you going?” asked Sara

“I’m off to the Caribbean for a vacation, I take a two week trip somewhere every few months”.

“What you going there for?” asked Mick with a touch of jealousy

“Well Mick is a beautiful place, from what you’ve told me it’s the sort of place you’d love. I’m not going Marlin fishing but I can’t wait for the scuba diving, the visibility sounds great, and the nightlife in St Thomas, now that’s exciting for me.”

“But what about us?” said Mick almost pleading to be thrown a lifeline.

“Mick, I can certainly help you turn your life around from boring to exciting, I help people all the time. But I’m not sure you’re ready for it and being brutally honest, I don’t have time to waste if you don’t want to make some changes in your life. I can clearly see where you are both heading, surely you can too?”

“So what do we do eh? I buy lottery tickets every week, what else is there if I can’t get a pay rise or maybe a better job?”

“Tell you what I’ll do, I’ll give you a little book to read about getting your finances in order. You will both read it, it only takes a few hours to get through it. Once you have both read it, if you decide you want to change your life from boring, to excitement and adventure, you can make an appointment to see me again. At that appointment I’ll decide whether to take you on as clients and get your life moving in the right direction. If you don’t read the book and haven’t started doing some of the things it tells you to do, don’t call me, understood?” Eloise reached behind her, opened one of the two drawers in the side table and retrieved a small package. “Here’s the book, no charge, take it as a gift from me”

“So what’s this crap about? A book? I haven’t read a book in ages.”

“Well Mick, maybe it’s time you did. If you like where your life is heading, keep doing what you’re doing because even you can see where you’re going to end up. If you want things to be different, then it’s up to you to make some changes and this little book will be a great start. If you don’t want a better life, leave the book on the table, I know plenty of people who do want to make a better life for themselves and are prepared to give it their best shot.”

Sara snatched the book and stuffed it in her bag as desperately as a drowning man grabs for oxygen. “We’ll read it and I mean both of us,” she glared at Mick who looked like he had just flushed a winning lottery ticket down the toilet.

“Yeah right, we’ll see,” said Mick.

The End

Copyright © 2016 Max Oberon

Monday
May302016

Short Stories by Max Oberon

Smart Phone; Dumb Life


It was dinner time in the Flannery household and Megan was nowhere to be found. “Have you checked the bathroom?” Meg’s mother Sue asked her husband John.

“Yes dear, and her bedroom, the rumpus and the lounge. I’ll call her cell phone.”

“Don’t bother John, she never answers calls from us, I’ll text her, that’s sure to get her attention.”

Three minutes later Meg stormed in, “What’s the big rush?”

“Your dinner’s going cold dear and it’s your favourite lamb roast. Where were you anyway?”

Meg was eighteen now and didn’t see why she should be interrogated every minute of the day, but not wanting another family row, she calmed down, “I was sitting in my car talking with Jimmy.”

“Is he here too?” asked her dad as they sat down at the dinner table.

“Don’t be stupid dad, we were texting each other!”

“Why don’t you just talk to him, that’s what girls and boys did in my day,” said a bewildered John.

“In your day dinosaurs still wandered around, you need to come out of the dark ages Dad,” said Meg checking her phone screen to see if any messages had come in during the past thirty seconds.

“But you have to be able to communicate normally with people, you can’t just go through life staring at that damn phone screen. Humans have to interact with each other, it’s what makes us civilised.”

Sensing this was rapidly deteriorating into yet another family argument, Sue attempted to blind side the rapidly forming storm clouds. “Tell us about your new boyfriend sweetie, do you know him from school?”

“It’s called a university mother, I’m no longer a silly schoolgirl as you used to say, I’m eighteen and a grown up now.” Meg pronounced as her text message alert sounded. Putting down her knife and fork, she picked up the device, flipped open the cover and proceeded to read the text.

“Can’t you turn that damn thing off for just fifteen minutes whilst we enjoy a nice family dinner?” said an exasperated John.

With that, Meg rose from the table and walked out of the room never lifting her face from the screen. “What are we going to do with her?” John asked his wife.

“It’s just how things are these days dear, everyone’s connected all the time.”

“Well it’s not right, I saw a family of four kids and a mother in the airport the other day, each of the kids had a tablet. Even the mother was glued to the latest Samsung, none of them were talking to each other, hell Sue, these were kids under ten the lot of them and no one was talking or joking or playing a stupid ‘eye spy’ game, nothing.”

“It’s important for young people to become tech savvy these days John, it’s no good fighting it, you just have to go with the flow.”

“People should learn that there are times when the phone should be off, parents interacting with their kids is important, isn’t that how family values are passed down and ideas shared?”

“It’s all on the net now dear. Just yesterday I read on Facebook about how one mother had invented an app that could directly link family members so that family type information could be quickly and easily broadcast to just the members by a speaking message.”

“I give up”, said John rising from the table. “I want to make it a rule in the home that when we sit down for a meal together we don’t bring our phones and we actually talk.”

“Good luck with that one Dear,” said Sue as her text message alert went off.

Meg was excited by her new boyfriend Zack, he was a builder’s apprentice and earned a decent wage, well, decent for a twenty-one year old, but once he had finished his training he could earn really good money. Zack had told her that he was going to buy one of those really fast utility vehicles that all the cool kids had. Meg had already decided she would keep this boy happy, even if she had to do that thing she didn’t really like to do to a boy, but Zac was cute and sent her really naughty messages. If her dad could only see some of the things he texts to her, he’d go wild, silly old sod.

‘Do you want to get together later, maybe have some fun?’ Meg texted to Zack who was sitting with a couple of his mates watching a football game.

“That your new squeeze?” Wazza asked Zack spitting bits from his mouthful of pizza.

“Sure is, she has the best body and such a gentle mouth,” responded Zack with an explicit demonstration.

‘Sure thing babe,’ was the text Zack sent back to Meg feeling his body stiffen.

‘Let’s say thirty minutes, I’ve got an early class tomorrow so can’t be late,’ Meg speedily typed.

‘Do you want to go park somewhere or shall I come round to your place?’ was the reply punched into the keys by Zack.
‘Can’t come here, the old man is home, can I come to yours?’

“Hey guys how about I get the little princess around and she can get down and dirty and you can watch from the other room?” said a sleazy Zack.

“I got me one of them Go Pro cameras. I could set it up over there on the cupboard top and we could get a real good view of the sofa,” said Billy as the three of them burst out laughing.

‘Sure thing babe, see you in thirty,’ went the reply.

Meg strode into the kitchen where her mother was clearing up the dishes, “I’m going out for a couple of hours.”

“But Meg dear, you have a class first thing, shouldn’t you be making an early night of it and get some good rest, maybe have a hot bath and take it easy for a change?” said Sue to her disinterested daughter.

“Mum I really like this guy, you know, I think he could be the one. Hang on,” said Meg reading the latest text to arrive, ‘Bring some beer’ was all it said ‘Will do,’ she replied.

“What does he do dear?”

“He’s doing a trade, he’s going to be a builder and build mansions and office blocks and even shopping centres.”

“Can you bring him round sometime so we can meet him? You know dad likes to meet any young men you are seeing.”

“I don’t think he would like Zack too much, dad’s always telling me I need to find a nice young man from university who comes from a good family.”

“Your dad is just concerned for your wellbeing Meg, we were young once you know and we haven’t forgotten some of the things that go on.”

“Well I think dad must have had embalming fluid in his baby bottle, he’s so uptight and no fun.”

“Meg dear once you become a parent …hang on, It’s Jackie, I’ll just get this I won’t be a minute,” said Sue as her cell started ringing.

Another text arrived on Meg’s phone, ‘and some Nacho chips and salted peanuts.’

‘No worries, I’m on my way, be ready for me.’

‘Sure thing babe, already am – smiley face’ was the reply.
“When she gets here you guys keep out of the way okay, no laughing or making rude sounds from the next room, I don’t want to spoil the experience if you know what I mean,” pronounced Zack to his mates.
“Maybe we could share in the experience, once you have finished that is,” suggested Billy with Wazza nodding agreement.

“I’ll see if she’s up for it when I’m done.”

“Maybe we could play a little tying up game, you know, just for fun, do you think she’ll be up for that?” said Wazza feeling flushed at the thought of actually getting to play with a real female rather than being handy with an imagined one.

“Easy boys, she’s a real looker and I don’t want to scare her off, I’ll see what she says, after I’m done okay. Anyway, if she says no you’ll be able to take care of each other as you replay the video.”

“That could work” said Billy. ”Bugger off” said Wazza.

“Good choice of words Wazza,” they all laughed.

Meg decided she couldn’t wait for her mother to finish the call as she wanted to get going. Besides her mother was deeply engrossed in a conversation about what she should wear to the coffee shop after tomorrow’s yoga class, it looked like it would be a long phone call. After a quick look on Facebook, she flipped her phone cover closed, went and kissed her mom on the cheek and headed for the door. Meg was about to shout out goodbye to her dad, but thought better of it as she knew he would give her some sort of lecture. Anyway, he was still reading that stupid book about personal development crap.

Jim Watson had spent the past twenty four years as a professional truck driver and had worked his way up and now owned his own chrome covered, shiny new Kenworth Prime Mover and three trailers. The trip from Melbourne to Brisbane is a long one at almost two thousand kilometres and if he could just keep going for another couple of hours, he would be home with his childhood sweetheart in time for a late dinner. Jim would be nudging close to his maximum fourteen hour driving period but the coffee he had picked up at his thirty minute stop had given him an alertness boost which he felt sure would see him home.

Megan hadn’t driven too much at night since getting her license but she felt okay as she reminded herself that she was now an old hand with almost six months experience to her name. Backing out her little Toyota she fastened her seat belt and placed her phone within easy reach. Megan had been taught to drive mostly by her dad who had been a real pain always going on about safe distances and speed limits. Didn’t he know that young people have much better reaction times than old people like him, anyway all her friends knew it was stupid to leave so much space from the car in front, some other car would just jump into it and fill the gap.

As she drove towards the highway Megan decided that the radio station she was listening to must have got trapped in a time warp as it was all old stuff from the nineties. It was only about ten kilometres down the highway but she needed some good tunes to listen to so as she gathered speed to join the highway, she decided to find a better radio station. A quick look at the phone, no new texts or Facebook alerts, where were all her friends tonight, press a few buttons on the radio, ah, there was something decent to listen to. Safely on the highway now and travelling only fifteen kilometres per hour over the limit, she’d be at the exit in about ten minutes, a quick trip to the bottle shop and then another five minutes round to Zack’s. Oh Zack, he was so handsome and worldly wise, he’d even been to Bali and was going back later in the year with his mates, maybe he would take her, as long as she kept him happy.

Jim heard on the two way that there was extensive road works ahead and one of his mates heading down the highway in the opposite direction thought he’d be up for about a ten minutes delay. Jim just turned up the Country Music on his radio and sat back to deal with whatever delay presented itself, ‘no use getting upset’ he said to himself.

Megan could see a few vehicles in the distance, where was everyone going this time of the evening and why were they all going so slow? ‘I’ll just whip past them and they’ll be surprised at what a good driver can do. Another text, what did he want now?’ she thought picking up her phone with her left hand. ‘Cigarettes’ it read, ‘American ones …like last time.’

Jim had slowed his truck down from the one hundred and ten speed limit and was down to forty now as the bright flashing neon sign showed, he could also see the flashing blue police lights way ahead near where the road work action was and knew that sometimes they waved the speed camera around in these zones. Jim hadn’t had a ticket in over ten years and he certainly didn’t want one this close to home. Anyway it looked like the traffic up ahead had stopped to let some heavy machinery do whatever it was doing.

Some of Meg’s friends were good at one hand texting, but she still needed both, taking her right hand off the wheel she was thinking of some smart reply about ‘anything else as I’m almost there’, when something from her subconscious spiked into her brain and told her to look up.

Jim’s truck was sparkling and new, the tyres polished and there wasn’t a mark on it, until now. The Toyota slamming into the back of the rear trailer at one hundred and twenty five kilometres per hour made a hefty bang that was felt all the way up in the cab. The only thing that stopped it going straight under the truck and cutting off the car from the dashboard up was the heavy crash bar hanging down from the rear of the trailer to prevent such an eventuality. But even so, there wasn’t much left of the little blue car. With a police car only two hundred metres away at the road works, the emergency crew were alerted and into action very quickly, but not quickly enough for poor Megan.

As the paramedic sifted through the carnage of what was so recently a beautiful, vibrant young woman with her whole life ahead, he spotted what was disturbingly familiar at such road crashes. Reaching over the bloody mangled mess he picked up Megan’s smart phone and handed it to the female police officer standing shaking her head. “Texting” was all the paramedic said. “Will these kids never learn?” said the officer fighting to hold back tears brought forth by another wasted young life.

The End

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