Rev – #SoCS

‘Rev . . . reverse,’ I said, my stutter got worse.

The driving instructor sat there, his paunch hanging a little over his trousers. A clip board in one hand, his round spectacles in the other. He reminded me of an old school teacher handing my exam papers over to me.

Not saying anymore I look behind me, and wonder what corner he wanted me to reverse. Completely missing the first, I reverse around the second corner, and he said nothing to me.

Absolutely nothing.

My nerves evaporate around me – I failed my test, so what good does getting nervous do. The rest of the test goes by without a hitch, and I even manage to parallel park.

When he tells me I passed the test, I actually hug the examiner. This is my seventh go, and I thought I would never be able to pass. To be able to drive, and not rely on buses was a great thing to look forward to.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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