The Encounter - Creative Writing

The Encounter - Creative Writing
I drove into the Asda car park after what seemed like a lifetime, stuck behind loud and obnoxious United fans. What more could you expect from the red devils? Now I know how they got that nickname. Once past the front gates I was greeted by yet another hold up. Just in front of me was a purple Renault Clio driven by an elderly man accompanied by his wife. So after having to suffer with slow driving, non-English speaking United fans, I now had to put up with an old man way past his road expiry date further holding me up. A human being can only take so much until they snap. I had snapped long ago. All the rage that was bubbling up inside me was finally released on this poor old pensioner. Simultaneously cussing and beeping in my effort to try to speed up his driving. But he didn?t respond. The N-reg car continued to move at the same steady speed of 1mph.
At least it?s moving I thought to myself. I spoke to soon. The car came to a halt. He turned the keys in the ignition. The only reply he got was a tired whirr of the engine. He turned the keys again, another drone. He turned the keys again, another whine. After this a tired splutter from the engine gave it away. The car was not working. Me being the model citizen that I am, got out of the warmth of my car and helped to push his conked out car. A few seconds ago I loathed this old man and his car, but now I found myself feeling pity. I now was able to get a closer look at his face. He had creases in every corner of his face, grey bristles poking out of his chin, his face was a pale white with red spots concentrated on his forehead. His face was expressionless he didn?t show a hint of relief that I was there to help him. We continued to push the car without either of us opening our mouths and meeting eyes. Just as we finished pushing the car aside, I was about to return to mine, until I heard a voice. ?Thanks mate.? the aged man muttered. I responded with a wide grin and a small nod of the head. I returned to my car a little more light-hearted. I finally had a clear passage through the car park. My mind was sidetracked as I turned around to see the car finally starting up for the elderly couple. When I turned around a loud ?thump? came from the front of the car. It all happened so fast that I could not see it. I instantly leaped from the car to see what had happened. With a closer look I could see that I had collided with another a vehicle. I looked at the driver of the other car and was greeted with a middle finger. He got out of the car. He was a beast of a man at over 6 ft and a bulky build. He took five dinosaurs like strides towards me. He was face to face with me. He was wearing two thick gold chains, a bandana wrapped around his platted hair, a golfing glove on his left hand. The barrage of bodily odour coming from his sweat soaked vest was so strong it made my eyes slightly water. His attempt of intimidation was certainly working and my soaked underwear would certainly agree. He marched to the newly created dent on the front of his Audi TT. After careful inspection he came back with the look of sheer hate in his eyes. He fetched into his pocket. I braced my self and clenched my eyelids tightly shut. After nothing happened I opened my eyes only to see the same man with a pen and pad in his hands. He walked round to the back of my car and noted down my number plate. ?I?ll be paying you a visit soon ?mate?. Don?t forget to put out the tea and biscuits." he grinned and entered his small car with a lot of difficulty. He zoomed past my wreck and me with loud rap music blasting from the speakers. A young Asian lad approached my car (what was left of it) and me. He was wearing a florescent green jacket with the Asda logo on either side of it. ?Y?alright mate? You look worried an? all.? he questioned. I didn?t reply but got into the car and made my way home.

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