Kelly
The torrential rain had finally eased into a miserable, heavy drizzle by the time Kelly managed to escape the security gates of Belmont Park, but the city was still thoroughly drowning.
Her little Countryman Mini crawled through the treacherous Friday evening traffic, its windscreen wipers working furiously against the residual sheets of water blowing across the dark highway, her small but sturdy car hydroplaning a little as the impossibly crazy winds blew across the city.
Every traffic light seemed to last an eternity, and every single intersection was backed up with frustrated, exhausted drivers trying to navigate the flash floods left behind by the devastating Nor'easter.
She rested one aching hand on the steering wheel, letting out a long, ragged sigh. Normally, the drive
