a large whisky, without water
awoke with a start. He was bathed in sweat, although the duvet had
slipped to the floor.
He realized his heart was thumping, he sensed the high level of
adrenaline in his blood and he had a feeling of dread. Something awful
must have happened. As he normalized his breathing by slowly filling and
emptying the whole of his lungs, he looked about
him. Everything seemed familiar, he was in his own bed, in his own
bedroom, it was just getting light and his watch said 07.05.
he calmed, he realized that what he had seen must have been in a dream.
being in his car which was slewed across the highway. There was shouting
and alarms were sounding, and in his mirror he saw blood running down
his neck. Rapping on the glass alerted him to the face of a man who was
shouting through the window. He thought he
heard the words ‘Hang on mate, we’ll get you out.’ The remaining events
faded. He was perplexed, as he seldom had dreams and on the odd occasion
when he reckoned they had occurred, he could never recall even the
tiniest part of the content. He concentrated
but couldn’t remember anything else. His body gradually reverted to
his way to the bathroom, he looked out of the window and saw that his
Audi was parked
in its usual place. There was no sign of any damage to the bodywork and
it was spotless, as only last evening, on returning from the office, he
had driven it through the Auto wash, after he had filled up with petrol.
He put it out of his mind and concentrated
on his shower.
waiting for his bread to toast, he again thought about what he had
endured. The clothes
that he had worn yesterday were perfectly alright, hanging neatly in his
wardrobe. The sitting room was exactly as he expected, having spent
last evening at home watching television. He was baffled. As he lifted
his coffee cup it occurred to him that if the
content of the dream had not taken place, it might be something that was
due to happen in the future. That was even more worrying. How could he prevent a car accident
other than to not drive? His
reviewed his diary for the day, and he calculated that he could travel
to work on the bus, but tomorrow he would need his car to visit
On that Tuesday, he did use the bus and the following day he took his car. He drove extra carefully
all day and nothing happened. He told his boss about the dream and the effect it had on him.
shouldn’t worry James. It’s probably something you saw on TV, or in a
film. Perhaps one
of your customers mentioned something to you. Forget it; these things
happen all the time. I don’t think there’s such a thing as premonition.’
passed and James did forget the incident, largely because he attended a
sales fair in Berlin,
and returned having received orders for goods to be supplied to
customers in Hungary, Poland and Romania, which he expected would nett
his firm over three million pounds. Not only was his boss over the moon,
but the Chairman sent for him to offer personal congratulations
and confirmation of a pay rise, extra bonus, and a new company car. In
fact he could choose whatever model he desired, up to the cost to the
company of £50,000.
was whilst looking through the BMW brochures and reading about the
various cars, their
specifications and performance, that he remembered his dream. He laughed
to himself, shaking his head and wondering why he had been so
concerned. The safety aspects of the latest models were incredible and
it was improbable, according to the blurb, that in
the unlikely event of a driver suffering an accident, he would incur an
injury. Before he went to bed, he earmarked the model he would order,
and chose the colour options of either black or silver.
‘Yes,’ answered James, only half concentrating on the voice at the other end of the telephone.
‘It’s Corbett’s here sir, your BMW has arrived.’
‘Oh, good.’ He was now fully attentive.
‘It will be ready for you to collect anytime after two
‘Right, thanks, the firm’s keeping mine for another employee, so I’ll get someone to drop
me off around four, if that’s OK?’
‘That will be fine sir; we’ll look forward to seeing you then.’
was not a car enthusiast; he often repeated that it was a box, to get
him from A to
B. The thought of his new vehicle did however cause a shiver of
excitement, as he checked his diary for the following day. At the very
least, his customers would be impressed when he drove onto their car
as you’re having my Audi, would you like to take me to Corbett’s tomorrow afternoon, so I can pick up my new car?’
‘Of course James, what time should we leave?’
‘About three, if that’s OK?’
‘No probs. mate, I’ll sort it.’
As they traveled to the car dealer, James listened, as Alan excitedly described how his girlfriend
of nearly six months, was looking forward to being chauffeured around in an Audi.
‘She thinks I’ve really made it, although it’s three years old. How soft is the leather
on the back seat James?’ he laughed.
‘I’m afraid I don’t know, I obviously don’t get the opportunities that you do.’
All James needed to do was insert the odd yes, or no, as his young colleague kept up his
commentary. He heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived at Corbett’s.
took over an hour for the formalities to be completed at the
dealership, as although James
believed he was sufficiently experienced in the operation of modern
cars, the Sales Manager insisted on the full spiel. I suppose that’s a
must when you spend so much money with them, James thought.
was therefore almost six o’ clock when James drove away his new, black
a mile, he was on an A road, and as he relaxed after selecting fifth
gear, he appreciated just how powerful his new car was, so he eased back
with his right foot. He thought that before he set off, he should have
switched on the radio, as it contained a satellite
receiving facility that automatically advised him of the weather
conditions and any upcoming road hazards.
decided not to attempt the operation while he was motoring along, so
was unprepared when
he turned a corner and saw a car on its roof in a field on his left, and
two vehicles wedged against the central reservation barrier. He
switched on his hazard lights and braked so that he could park on the
nearside of the highway. As he climbed out, he heard
emergency alarms in the distance.
glance to his left indicated that the driver of the Mondeo had escaped
from his upside
down silver saloon and was standing scratching his head, no doubt
wondering how he had got there. After checking behind him and
registering a slowing Land Rover, James skipped across to the central
reservation, where he identified the car with the crushed front.
He peered through the shattered side window and saw Alan’s head at a
strange angle, resting on the steering wheel. There was blood running
from a gash on his forehead.
the ambulance drew up alongside him, James was about to shout, ‘Hang on
mate, we’ll get
you out’, when he remembered Alan’s last words. ‘Actually James, now
I’ve got your motor, I might dump Lucy, I reckon I can get somebody
Submission from Roger Noons.
began writing fiction in 2006, and have become addicted. I try to write
at least a little every day. In the last two years I have begun writing
and some of my output is non fiction. I hope soon to publish a slim
volume of 26 short stories, and by the end of the year, a novella.