Fatal CoincidenceBeep, Beep, Beep! The alarm goes off. It’s 7:15 a.m., Tuesday, November 27th. I, Jeff Carbott, am still asleep in my bed. My face is buried under my pillow. I raise one arm and hit the off button on the alarm clock. I pull head out from under the pillow, my feet ache from the previous work day. Glancing over at my darling wife, I quietly slip out of the sheets into my robe. Angie turns over in her sleep. Her face is slightly visible in the light from the window. Her dark brown, silky hair lies on her shoulders. The covers hug her baby bump. She’s almost due. Today is the last day, before her maternity leave. For a second, I feel guilt for what I’m about to put her through. But it’s too late to turn back now.
I scan the room to see my orange vest still lying on the floor. I wore it yesterday morning in preparation for the events that will take place today. It fooled everyone. No one thought twice about what I was doing to the stoplight. “Routine maintenance