Author: | Joseph Mesh | ISBN: | 9781476081229 |
Publisher: | Joseph Mesh | Publication: | April 18, 2012 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
Author: | Joseph Mesh |
ISBN: | 9781476081229 |
Publisher: | Joseph Mesh |
Publication: | April 18, 2012 |
Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
Language: | English |
Jared couldn’t see a thing in the snowstorm. No headlights, no streetlights, and most importantly, not even the headlights lighting the way from his own vehicle were visible. Jared couldn’t see Abby’s taillights anywhere, and started to worry for her, as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator. He had no regard for his own safety, as he could only focus on Abby. He wouldn’t be able to live with the thought of her getting hurt, and of all days, this would be the one for that to happen. He lost control of the vehicle several times, almost going off the road and on to the snow filled shoulder, but managed to regain control at the last second. He chose the wrong road to go down in the storm. The road was precisely name “Snake Road,” as it resembled the body of a snake, with all the turns and curves along a three mile stretch through the woods. It sat on top of a very steep gorge on both sides. The road had too many deer to count on it, and this was the shortest road to Abby’s house from his, and the road she usually took. All along the three-mile stretch, along with many blind curves, it was posted as a twenty mile per hour speed limit zone. Jared was well over that.
Jared sped through the slick, curvy road, as his back tires continued to spin out of control. All of a sudden, out of the woods, a giant buck, with antlers the size of a large piece of luggage, jumped out in front of his truck.
“Abby... I hope you’re O.K. Beautiful. I’m coming.”
He continued on, as he swerved violently around the buck, praying to God there were no cars coming around the curve ahead. Luckily, he made it out in one piece. He was hoping the same, in regards, to Abby’s safety.
He could vaguely see faint streetlights approaching, signaling him that he was heading in to an intersection. With still no sign of Abby, his breath started to shorten, and his heartbeat pounded faster, and louder. With his sweaty palms gripping the steering wheel, he pulled out into the intersection, and his rear tires drove him right in to a three-sixty.
Jared couldn’t see a thing in the snowstorm. No headlights, no streetlights, and most importantly, not even the headlights lighting the way from his own vehicle were visible. Jared couldn’t see Abby’s taillights anywhere, and started to worry for her, as his foot pressed down harder on the accelerator. He had no regard for his own safety, as he could only focus on Abby. He wouldn’t be able to live with the thought of her getting hurt, and of all days, this would be the one for that to happen. He lost control of the vehicle several times, almost going off the road and on to the snow filled shoulder, but managed to regain control at the last second. He chose the wrong road to go down in the storm. The road was precisely name “Snake Road,” as it resembled the body of a snake, with all the turns and curves along a three mile stretch through the woods. It sat on top of a very steep gorge on both sides. The road had too many deer to count on it, and this was the shortest road to Abby’s house from his, and the road she usually took. All along the three-mile stretch, along with many blind curves, it was posted as a twenty mile per hour speed limit zone. Jared was well over that.
Jared sped through the slick, curvy road, as his back tires continued to spin out of control. All of a sudden, out of the woods, a giant buck, with antlers the size of a large piece of luggage, jumped out in front of his truck.
“Abby... I hope you’re O.K. Beautiful. I’m coming.”
He continued on, as he swerved violently around the buck, praying to God there were no cars coming around the curve ahead. Luckily, he made it out in one piece. He was hoping the same, in regards, to Abby’s safety.
He could vaguely see faint streetlights approaching, signaling him that he was heading in to an intersection. With still no sign of Abby, his breath started to shorten, and his heartbeat pounded faster, and louder. With his sweaty palms gripping the steering wheel, he pulled out into the intersection, and his rear tires drove him right in to a three-sixty.