The Gift of Privilege
By Erica Lewis


Part 1

“Look, Jerry, I’m going to need you to talk slower, okay? I can’t understand you when you’re talking at 80 mph.” Wendy Morgan chatted nervously on the phone with her business partner Jerry.
Today was the day that could make or break their careers. Everything that they had worked so hard on came down to this day. After years of marketing, buying, selling, and presenting, Wendy and Jerry were set to become corporate executives. Wendy continued to drive down the same forest surrounded road that she had taken to work, everyday for the past seven years. She could hardly concentrate on her driving, along with the very urgent phone conversation.
Wendy tried her best to stay focused on the road. “Well, if they’re going to promote us, we’ll both need to be there. I don’t care if you don’t feel good. That’s never stopped us before. Now listen, I’m already running late, but I’ve made a commitment and I’m going to be there. So, I want you to drop whatever you’re doing, get your ass in your car, and get over-” Before she could finish her sentence, Wendy saw a woman on her bike come out of nowhere.
Wendy dropped her phone in the passenger’s seat and swerved hoping to avoid hitting the woman. However, the woman lost her balance and fell off of her bike into a batch of bushes.
“Shit!” Wendy yelled as she peered threw her rear-view mirror.
The car stopped. She noticed the woman getting up and dusting herself off behind her bicycle crumbled in a large heap. To Wendy, the woman appeared to be fine. Wendy looked at her clock and saw that she was close to being an hour late. She clenched her teeth and put her foot on the gas pedal. As she sped off, the woman looked around. She started screaming furiously. Wendy figured that the woman was obviously anger. So doing what she thought was a nice gesture, seeing as how the woman had no apparent injuries, she reached in her purse and pulled out a fresh $100 bill and threw it out the window.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” Wendy called as she took off. The woman ignored the money and frantically waved her arms, signaling for Wendy to stop. As Wendy drove faster the woman eventually stopped running. Wendy continued to go to work. She picked up her fallen cell phone and dialed Jerry’s number.
She spoke out of breath, “Jerry? Hey it’s me. Sorry. Yeah I’m fine; I just…um accidentally dropped my phone. So I’m on way and I’ll see you there. Alright, bye.” She threw the phone into her purse and kept driving.
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Part 2

Wendy arrived at her office building a good hour late. Screeching into a small parking space, she scrambled to get her things together and in order. After a quick glance in the mirror, and a touch of makeup, Wendy was ready to go to the meeting. As she shut her car door, its corner had gotten caught on the side of her skirt. She set down her purse and reached down to unhook the snagged material. Her skirt was a bit torn, but wasn’t very noticeable. She grabbed her purse below and as she walked away, she heard a strange sound. It was unlike anything that she had ever heard before. It sounded like some sort of breathless gurgle. She put her ear onto the hood and realized that is was just her engine cooling down. Jerry’s car pulled up beside hers.
“Well, it’s about time you got here!” she said with a frown.
“Hey, I’m sorry…” Jerry began. He looked behind her.
“What?” she asked him curiously.
“What’s that stuff coming from your car?”
“Oh, it’s probably just some oil. Come on, we’re late.” She started to walk for the entrance.
“No, no, that’s not oil.” Jerry walked up to the car to get a closer look.
“Jerry, do you want this job or not?!” Wendy cried. She was beginning to get agitated. Suddenly, Jerry froze. “Jerry?” He didn’t move. “Jerry, what is it?” Wendy ran to his side.
She peeked at the ground below the car and listened. The same gurgling noise that came from the engine was now coming from beneath the car. Only this time, it was followed by a series of soft whimpers.
Wendy’s heart began to pound wildly, “Oh my God.” As she reached underneath the car, something grasped her hand. She jerked it back, and to her horror, she saw the small, blood soaked hand of a little girl fall out from underneath her car.

The End

Please tell me what you think. This is the first story I've posted here. Please tell me what I should work on, or if I should add anything! I'd really appreciated it! Thank you for reading! Love, Erica