All I could hear is the horrific squeak of the last remaining wheel. I felt the dust circling around me. My red scarf blows as I inhale a breath of the hot desert air.
As I took a step out onto the road, I could hear the thundering noise of wheels drifting round the corner. Then, pulling my thumb up, he stops.
"Are you alright?" the driver asked.
"There is a station up the road, I could take you there."I was unable to say a word. I pulled my sleeve up and took a glance at the time. ‘Five more minutes,’ I thought.
"Were you in the car?" the old man questioned.
I still wasn't going to answer, but that guy would not let it go. That was when he glared into my goggles.
He looked very closely into the reflection. The old glass showed a clear view of the future. I could see the fear in his eyes, it was like he was hypnotised. He kept on looking until...
He grabbed the wheel steering it into the rocks ahead, bouncing off he flew through the fence.
I carefully lowered myself down but it was too late. He was gone.