The Sinister Savior.

A Stranger’s Daily Route
Rain pelting my skin, I limp towards the road. My body weak, head pounding from the blow to the steering wheel, I shield my eyes from the truck lights approaching.

“You ok?” he asked.

“No. I’m hurt.”

“I’ll help you. Get in.”

**photo by One Foot Over the Moon via Flickr

27 thoughts on “The Sinister Savior.”

    1. In my mind, this is not going to end well for her. Perhaps this is a disturbing portrayal of the world we live in now…never knowing who we can trust.

    1. I would say … a person can heal from a car crash. If she gets in the truck, she could be led in to a life of hell that she may never come back from. Thanks for reading, Karen. 😉

    1. That was the impression I was hoping to make. Thank you for taking the time to tell me that, Kathy. Definitely put a smile on my face. 🙂

      1. Kathy, funny you should say that. I was actually considering elaborating on the story for a submission to next week’s fiction grid. I’m almost afraid to explore what will happen once she gets in the truck. Good to hear I left you wanting more 😉

    1. I certainly wish that we could trust that someone that stops to “help” would be trustworthy, but unfortunately this day and age that isn’t always the case. I’m glad that you picked up on the vibe that that isn’t the case with this particular
      story. Appreciate the comment 🙂

      1. Thanks. I think I should have worked the dialogue a little more but oh well. I don’t think I did too bad for not having even attempted fiction for some time now. Really appreciate the feed back.

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