‘Describe sitting in traffic’ By Shameer Abdullah

‘Beep Beep!’ It was a typical Monday morning. Everyone was rushing to their respective destinations. The intense heat made the situation worse. The scorching rays of the sun penetrated through the glass windows. It was heard on the news that an army official was to pass from the bridge. Hence, no car was to lay a foot on the bridge unless the officials had passed by. It was as if he was the king with around dozen’s of cars guarding him. The guards guarding the bridge had clumsy dresses on. It seemed as if the said, ‘You shall not pass!’
The people with non air-conditioned cars made use of their hands and grabbed anything they found that would act like a fan. They loosened up their shirt and pulled it back for air to slither through. Sweat came darting down their fore necks giving them a minty effect.
The dog stuck his head and tongue both out simultaneously. It felt as if the dog was dying of thirst but that is what dogs normally do. The couples of nannies riding their eighteen century hatchback was as peaceful as angels. Their unintentional slow movement would make the employees behind them furious and would honk their hearts out.
Loud music was being played in the cars consisting of street boys. Street boys: loud music, drugs, smoking and all harmful things one could think of. Their upmost(latest) model ‘woody'(car) was like a beautiful lady; all dressed up in red. While they were busy taking their own lives, another life was slowly fading away…. Ambulance- an ambulance was honking with all its might trying to persuade the drivers to make way. The crying mother looking at its child’s innocent eyes who was nearing death. She held both of her hands on his bloody face and was yelling out ‘Jonathan, please wake up!’
The business men, all dressed in black were waiting patiently and were an example of matureness. They had black Mercedes(obviously) and had windscreen tinted black. They looked down upon those less fortunate. The family that had: a teenager son, a daughter who was mere eight and a new born baby. The son would make hideous ‘brrr” sounds with his lips and all the family members would have a hard crack(laugh). It looked as if he was a comedian making everyone laugh. The son was paying half of his attention on this and half on his music. He would sing along to his songs and simultaneously move his head letting the music flow.
Finally! The official had passed and the bridge was open. Everyone honked even if the car in front of them was moving. They would honk for no reason, Everyone headed for their desired destination.

About froebelianwriters

I am an English Language teacher teaching O'Levels Edexcel and CIE A Levels at Froebel's International School, Islamabad. I am also working as a Subject Specialist Literacy consultant for the same school. Writing and reading has always been a passion and I try my utmost to instill these habits and hobbies in my students as well. I can be reached/contacted at fabbas227@hotmail.com or 03365287335 Happy reading!

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