Transport Story

It was my last day, my last driving lesson. I was nervous because driving didn`t seem to be any easier after all these weeks of training. And my instructor was a jerk. I remember my first driving lesson where he said I must notice the signs, but I couldn`t move my eyes from the back of the van in front of me. He screamed a lot that day. I could notice them easy, the signs, but now my eyes were practically glued to that van. I even knew it`s number after so many weeks.

Anyway, it was the big day. I arrived just exactly when my instructor was going to the car I would use. I ran to it. I liked the car. It was sport, just like me. And it`s color was so close to the vans...

After I entered it, the instructor said it was my final exam and driving lesson and that I can start. The streets couldn`t have been more empty of cars. The man standing right next to me gave me instructions that I hardly needed in one of those easy driving days. I really enjoyed it! It was strange, me liking to drive while I only wanted to take driving lessons so that I could visit my parents more often.

I drove on many streets that day. The teacher started to say how proud he was of me, that I learned finally how to drive after all those lessons. His sarcasm could have been heard even by the deaf. It didn`t hurt me how it had hurt me in the beginning. I learned to tune him out, which I finally did. Enjoying that he wasn`t heard by anyone and silently praying that he`d have a neck ache afterwards, I concentrated on everything on the road.

Not two minutes after I tuned him out, I had to pass a van. By habit I looked in the rear mirror and saw the number. I froze for more than a second and almost crashed the car in a house. The instructor screamed madly at me, but I couldn`t hear him. I began to follow the van without thinking. It was pure instinct.

And I followed it and the van many streets. My thoughts were not words, but colors and images. I stopped when the van stopped to. It stopped on the street that I lived. I couldn`t make the features of the man inside the car clearly, but he seemed lost. I got out of the car and ran to the vans door.

That was my last driving lesson, but I really didn`t need to drive anywhere anymore. The van driver, now my fiance, would drive to the end of Earth, if I would ask him to do it.