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The Highway of Regret

It wasn’t a good time to speak up. Maddie knew he was capable of just about anything, but she didn’t care anymore. The fear left her body, and consequence became a stranger. Two hours later, her feet  are 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 zoom by, and Maddie gets worried that no one will stop, but someone finally pulled over.

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

The lady smiled. “Hi. This has to be the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Do you drive?”

Maddie leans down and looks through the passenger window. “Yes. I can drive.”

“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?”

“Sure, if you are comfortable with that.”

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

Maddie smiled. “We can get there in three hours.”

The lady pats her neck with a handkerchief.  “Good.”

“I’m sorry, but do you have any food or water?”

“Oh yes! Yes. Check the trunk. I have water bottles in a cooler and I made chicken salad sandwiches for the road.”

“Thanks so much!” Maddie goes to the trunk and grabs two water bottles and a sandwich.

The old lady slides to the passenger side of the old car. Maddie 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. An hour later, 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. One of the police officers walk up to her side of the car.

Maddie taps the old lady on the shoulder.  “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.

The officer give Maddie a serious look. “Is this your car Miss?”

“No. It’s hers. I’ve been trying to wake her up.”

“Who is she?”

“Uh. I don’t know.”

The other officer reaches through the open passenger window and checks the old lady’s pulse.

He shakes his head. “She’s dead.”

Maddie’s heart sunk.

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The Silent Killer

At 2:30am, Miguel opened the front door to his house, slowly. He peered inside and looked through his dark living room and saw that no one was around. Miguel stepped in slowly and closed the door. He took off his shoes and tiptoed upstairs. A bedroom door was cracked open and Miguel slowly pushed it opened and looked in. His wife, Jenny, was asleep in the dark bedroom. Miguel closed it slowly without a sound. He walked to a bedroom down the hall, and stripped off his clothes. He stepped into the bathroom, and got in the shower. Jenny opens her eyes after hearing the shower. She throws the covers back and she is fully dressed with a jumpsuit and sneakers on. She fixes pillows to look like a body under the covers and grabs a wig from under the bed, and places it on the pillow. Jenny grabs a suitcase from the corner and quietly goes down the steps while Miguel is still in the shower. She heads to the kitchen and turns on all the stove gas knobs. She lights four candles in the kitchen, and walks out the front door. She gets in a car waiting for her down the street from her house.

 

 

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A Not So Friendly Transaction

Missy wakes up coughing and gagging on an awful smell. She opens her eyes and realizes she fell asleep behind a dumpster. It was daylight now, so it was safe to come out. At least she hopes. She holds on to the wall and the dumpster to pull herself up. She has on four inch heels and a mini skirt. She brushes the dirt off her outfit and tries to smooth out some wrinkles in her clothes before she walks out the alleyway. She walks back to the front of the bar she was in last night and sees her cell phone smashed on the ground. She picks it up, examining the damage and hoping her information isn’t lost. A man across the street glares at her and she sees him and gets nervous. She walks fast up the block and hails a taxi. A cab stops and she gets in.

“Can you take me to 1256 West Street?”

The driver looks back at her, astonished.

“Is there a problem?”

“No. Your money is green, and that’s all I care about.”

“Okay.”

Missy looks through her purse and pops an estrogen pill in her mouth. She thinks to herself that moving back to her hometown wasn’t worth the money she saved from not being in Los Angeles.