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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.”
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I do hope this ends well for her. That sounds like a bad crash!
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.
Makes you wonder if all hell broke loose before or after the crash…
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. 😉
My impression is that the car crash was nothing compared to the hell she may face getting into the truck. Rape, murder, you never know in this day in age.
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. 🙂
It is a pity you didn’t have more words to work with. You could really develop this story line into something bigger and more involved. I would definitely like to know what happens next.
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 😉
Oh man. I’ve got a bad feeling about this scene. Very ominous.
I’m glad to hear that I evoked that kind of emotion from you, Susanne. 🙂 Thanks for the read and comment.
The title totally works here, Dawn. Sets the mood.
Ahhhhh yes! So happy to hear you say that. Thanks. 😉
Yes, the title makes it obvious that he is NOT going to help her. Poor thing.
We live in a messed up world where something like this could definitely happen. It’s scary isn’t it?!
Noooooo!–which means you pulled me right in. Great, spare writing.
The title is a giveaway. She is not in safe hands. Hoping for a miracle.
Seems like a miracle is definitely what she may need. Thanks for commenting.
This had a dark, sinister and mysterious feel to it..Well conveyed story Dawn. Speaks volume 🙂
Thanks! What a nice comment. 🙂 Really appreciate that.
I definitely get the sense that this will not end well. Nicely done.
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 🙂
Sinister, indeed. This cues the beginning of a nightmare.
So much so I’m not sure I could let myself finish this story!
Maybe he’s a good guy and taking her to a hospital… I’m thinking positive.
p.s. nice opening lines.
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.
Way to think positive Ted. 😉 Not sure that is his intention though. Creepy bastard. lol