Stranded

 

Photo courtesy Sue Vincent

I looked at the sinister mist slowly creeping down the empty road, and a strong shiver ran down my spine. Soon, it would envelope me completely, and then, there was absolutely no hope that someone passing by would see me, even with my figure-hugging dress that showcased my stunning good looks.

I was standing next to my car, which was parked by the side of the road with its bonnet open. My arm had been ready to go up and signal for help for hours now, but not a single car had passed this way. And now, I was beginning to get worried, really worried.

There was no cellphone reception this deep in the forest, and if the wrong sort of guy saw me stranded in this condition, who knows what could happen.

I wiped a thin stream of sweat off my forehead, and prayed to all the Gods whose names  I could remember, asking them to send a car to pick me up, but with a good, righteous man in it.

Just then, as if one or all of those Gods had heard my prayers, I saw a faint beam of light piercing through the creeping mist. My face lit up with joy and anticipation, but still, there was a cloud of uncertainty on my features. I was about to face the moment of truth.

As the black sedan appeared out of the mist, I raised my arm to signal the driver to stop. The car slowed down as it neared me, and the driver rolled down the window on the passenger’s side to look at me clearly.

Cruising gently, the car passed me, then came to a halt as if the driver had finally made up his mind. I walked up to the car, and bent slightly to look inside.

The car was empty except for the driver. He was a good-looking chap, in a dangerous sort of way. Dressed sharply in a black suit, he exuded wealth, and confidence.

“Can I help you?” he asked in a soft, suave voice.

“My car broke down,” I replied, “can you please drop me to the nearest garage?”

“Of course,” he said, “hop in.”

I got into the car, and heaved a sigh of relief. My troubles finally seemed to be at an end.

He started the engine, and said, “My name is Richard, by the way. Please fasten the seatbelt.”

I turned around and said, “Hi Richard, can you please keep your hands where I can see them, and then, slowly take out anything of value that you have on you, and put it on the dashboard?”

As Richard looked in panic at the Glock in my hand, I had a feeling that I would not need to ask him twice.

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Written in response to the #writephoto Prompt – Destination at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo.

 

 

 

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