Soaked to the skin and desperate for help Gemma finally stops a car by stepping in front of it.
She gets the help she’d hoped for… but will she regret stepping in front of that car?
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Weirdly Normal – Hitchhiker
Gemma stood by the side of the road feeling like a drowned
rat. If she’d had a coat it would
probably have given up by now, but all she had on was jeans, a top and a
cardigan. Her hair was a bedraggled
mess, her freezing cold clothes were sticking to her and the rain kept on
falling. Everything seemed to be
against her, and she’d had enough!
By her count some thirty-seven cars had passed by so far,
ignoring signals that she wanted… no, needed, a lift. Number thirty-eight was about to pass her by
too. She wasn’t going to let it.
She stepped out in front of the car, not flinching as it
slammed its brakes on and screeched to a halt barely a foot in front of
her. With the way her night had gone,
and her morning was going, she really didn’t care that she had nearly been run
over. All that mattered was that the car
had stopped.
The driver threw open his door and jumped out, his body
tense. “What the hell do you think
you’re doing?” he shouted. “I could have
killed you! If I wasn’t a damn good
driver I would have!”
“Well, if you were driving a modern car,” she replied. “You would have been able to stop
easily! It’s hardly my fault you’re
driving something that looks like it should be in a museum!”
“A museum? A
museum? How dare you! I’ll have you know that this is a
classic! Its brakes are better than any
modern car. If you’d pulled that trick
in front of a modern car it would have stopped… well, somewhere past where you
stood, which is all you would have cared about.”
Gemma took a deep breath, calmed herself down. She needed this man’s help, antagonising him
wasn’t going to work and he was clearly touchy about his car.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Look, I really need your help. I
need a lift. I need to get to town. I’m… I mean… I’m in trouble. Someone is after me. I need to get away from here.”
The man stared at her, and as he did she could almost see
the tension flowing out of him. His
shoulders relaxed, he settled down from his toes, and he actually seemed to
shrink several inches. She shook her
head, the long night was obviously taking its toll. He couldn’t really have shrunk.
“Well, maybe we can help.
I need to know a bit more about the sort of trouble you’re in. In particular whether it’s likely to turn up
with flashing blue lights.”
“No! Nothing like
that! Hell, I wish the cops would turn
up. Then again maybe not. They probably wouldn’t believe me
anyway. I doubt you will either.”
“You’d best try me.
Otherwise I’m getting back in the car and driving out of here, even if I
have to drive over you to do that.”
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