Jack’s Morning Coffee
It was a warm sunny morning and Jack was sitting on a terrace of a cafe. He sat there soaking up the morning sun and slowly sipping his morning coffee. He had nowhere to go, no job to go to. Around him people rushed and scrammed trying to down their coffee while walking. Jack’s eyes were fixated on the road, they were fixated at the horizon. He looked like he was expecting something, or someone.
Roaring of an engine broke the morning monotony as a car approached rapidly. Jack’s eyes widened. This Audi was moving down street real fast and shown no signs of slowing; but he had to. Two streets formed an intersection just in front of the cafe. He had to slow down. He couldn’t just speed through the intersection.
But the car didn’t really slow down; it continued to roar. It was soon close enough for Jack to see the terrified face of the driver. He seemed afraid; his eyes fell down and looked at the brakes. Something was wrong. The car just couldn’t break. And it sped like a bullet past the cafe, through the red light and into the intersection. A second car crashed right into his left side. The two cars joined into a huge mangled wreck for a split second, before each of them flew their own way. The sports car flew across the road, tossed from the impact and it turned and tumbled before finally coming to a stop just a few feet away from the cafe. The second car stopped dead in the middle of the intersection. It’s front was bashed and unrecognizable. Smoke rose from the violated engine and seeped through the twisted metal.
Glass and metal decorated the street in a chaotic fashion, but the worst just caught Jack’s eye. The man behind the wheel of the sports car wasn’t there anymore. He was lying on the concrete, face down, at least what was left of it. When he was catapulted through the windshield. He flew through the air and landed on the concrete viciously, tearing his flesh and clothes.
Suddenly everyone ran to the street. They ran to help the people, to see what happened or even to record it, as a few people instantaneously whipped out their cellphones and started circling the grizzly scene like a swarm of vultures.
Only Jack remained reclined in his seat, still slowly drinking his coffee down. Jack didn’t care to find out who the man was, what happened, or why. Because Jack knew the slab of meat on the concrete was his former boss. He knew his boss doesn’t wear a seat belt. He knew his boss loves to test the limits of his Audi. He knew his boss lives just down the street, and this is the first stop light he has to go through and turn right. He knew his former boss’s routine and timing to the minute.
And he knew how to “fix” his brakes.
So he just had to find a nice place, order his coffee and wait.