The traffic was stopped. It was a traffic jam. “Damn!” I was going to be late. Very late. I grabbed my cell, called work, let them know. And I sat in my car, surrounded by hundreds of other people sitting in their cars. All of us, waiting. A couple of people got out of their cars, standing by them, craning their necks, trying to see what the problem was, why we were all stopped. We were far enough back it was useless for them to try.
We sat there. Not moving. Five minutes. Ten. Fifteen. Twenty. “You have got to be kidding me,” I thought, shaking my head. “Nothing? In twenty minutes?” At the thirty minute mark, I turned on the radio to see if there was any traffic news.
“Police are reporting a major sinkhole formed in the intersection of Flank Road and Thomas Boulevard, swallowing 12 cars, the traffic lights, and the entire intersection. They are advising everyone to avoid the area.”
A sinkhole? “You have got to be kidding me. This only happens in, like, Florida!”
The cars in the distance started to vanish. Then the closer ones. “Finally!” I thought. Then the cars closer started to vanish as the ground beneath them disappeared. “You have got to be kidding me!” I screamed, as the ground beneath my car vanished, and I fell into the sinkhole from hell.
I wrote this for Siobhan Muir‘s #ThursThreads, Week 69. Please go read all the entries in this week’s #ThursThreads. They are good reading.