Life and Death Under the Hood of a Car

Click, click. It was the sound of her car not starting again. For some reason one of the cables on the battery didn't fit quite right and would jiggle itself loose. It wasn't a big deal. All she had to do was pop the hood, push the connector down, so it was snug around the round battery thingy and the car was ready to start again. But she didn't like doing it--she didn't like electricity. Well, it isn't that she didn't like electricity. She was just afraid of what electricity could do to her. It was a scary, dangerous thing. And even though every day she had to shove the connector onto the battery and she had never gotten hurt, she was still afraid. She hesitantly lifted the hood, surveyed the state of her engine and the battery to make sure everything was OK, though short of sparks flying she wouldn't know if anything was wrong. She wrapped her fist in her jacket sleeve. All of her good and bad deeds flashed through her mind as she pounded down on the obstinate connection.
Victorious once again, she escaped from under the hood of her car unscathed. She marched proudly back to the drivers seat knowing she had cheated death to live another day.