The heat saps strength, leaving Elle desperately tired. Her muscles ache, a gentle throbbing in her hips and thighs. Her shoulders are ropy.
Elle heaves herself out of bed, cooks two eggs for breakfast. She’s feeling glum, overwhelmed, even dressing takes too much effort. She’s finally ready, shuts the door behind her and steps into the glaring sun. How can it be this hot so early? In her car, she turns the ignition and fires up the air conditioner. The journey to work is close to an hour, sometimes longer depending on the traffic.
She’s on the freeway, with thousands of other cars, each driver looking glum as they sit in traffic going nowhere. She’s had it. What’s the point? When she’s on the bridge, she turns the steering wheel, hard to her left, pushes her foot on the accelerator and crashes through the barrier. A feeling of euphoria and freedom encompasses her. She’s light, floating as the car dives nose first into the river.
The car sinks. The front end dips sharply and Elle is pushed forward against the steering wheel. She’s not scared. She opens a window and watches as the water pours in.
Elle closes her eyes and waits.