Feature Story

The Highway of Regret

It wasn’t a good time to speak up. Maddie knew he was capable of anything, but she didn’t care anymore. The fear left her body, and consequence became a stranger. Two hours later, her feet burning and she’s walking down the highway with just the shirt on her back. She now feels her timing could have been better. The sun was going to set soon and she was a long way from home. She hadn’t eaten in hours, and she’s thirsty. Out of desperation, she stuck out her thumb to hitch hike. Cars zooming by, Maddie gets worried that no one will stop, but someone finally did.

It was an old lady. Maddie felt it was safe to get in.

Lady: Hi. This has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Do you drive?

Maddie: Yes. I can drive.

Lady: God has answered my prayers. I didn’t know how I was going to make it on this long road. Can you drive while I take a nap?

Maddie: Sure, if you are comfortable with that.

Lady: I don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted and I need to be in Pennsylvania tonight.

Maddie: We can get there in three hours.

Lady: Good.

Maddie: I’m sorry, but do you have any food or water?

Lady: Yes. Check the trunk. I have water bottles in a cooler and I made chicken salad sandwiches for the road.

Maddie: Thanks so much!

Maddie gets out the car and grabs two water bottles and a sandwich. She walks to the driver’s side and gets in and drives. The old lady is fast asleep. Maddie is listening to the radio and drinking her water. She hears the sounds of police sirens and she moves over to the far right lane. The police move over behind her. Maddie pulls over and stops the car. The police office walks up to her side of the car.

Maddie: Uh. Excuse me Miss. The police…

The officer knocks on the window hard. Maddie is startled and finds the button to wind the window down.

Officer: Is this your car Miss?

Maddie: No. It’s hers. I’ve been trying to wake her up.

Officer: Who is she?

Maddie: Uh. I don’t know.

The other officer reaches in the old lady’s window checks her pulse.

Officer 2: She’s dead.

Maddie’s heart sunk.

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I’m Hannah Erica, a Philly native and the writer for this website. I received my Bachelor’s in Communications with a Journalism certificate from the University of Phoenix. I came from a big family, and growing up we didn’t have many material things to play with, so our creative sides came out. As a child I would write skits that my siblings and I acted out, and I would write children's books to read to my younger siblings. More than a decade ago a started writing film scripts and completed two. It's a tough business to get work published, so I put the film script writing on the back burner and I write short stories that I publish on my own website. "If opportunity doesn't knock, build a door."- Milton Berle.

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