The jumble of signs told him he was on the right road heading toward the wineri,The jumble of signs told him he was on the right road heading toward the wineries along the lake, his destination a mile ahead, somewhere on the right. His heart was pounding as his hands gripped the steering wheel. These were unfamiliar roads and the cloudy moonless night added to his terror as he glanced in his rearview mirror to see the car gaining on him again. He hadn’t anticipated being followed and the pursuer definitely meant business, at times almost hitting his bumper, threatening to push him off the road.
A sickening explosion threatened to send him skidding as he struggled to hold the steering wheel steady. The car pulled to the right and the flap-flap-flap signaled a blown out tire. His head was spinning and he was suddenly aware that he should never have embarked on this journey. It was foolish, but there was no turning back. The only thing left to do was to try to get away from whoever was following him. And the car was now useless.
Jerking the wheel to the right, brakes squealing, he pulled onto the side of the road and, as if in one motion he opened the car door and ran toward the fence that skirted the road. The blackness of the night made it impossible to see exactly what was beyond the fence as he catapulted himself into a thick gnarly web of what he now thought must be grapevines. He crept forward, using his shaking hands to feel his way through the dense growth. For a moment there was utter and complete silence, the only sounds coming from the swooshing of his hands pushing through the vines. Perhaps his pursuer had stopped at the sound of his tire blowing out and had left.
But, no. The hum of a car engine grew louder as it approached and he was aware that it had come to a stop nearby. Frozen in place, sweat now pouring down his face, he tried to think. He heard a car door close and footsteps. And then more deafening silence. His only option was to hide, enveloping himself amongst the vines and darkness. He crept over to his right and pulled himself, as quietly as possible, into thick forest of vines, crouching and shaking.
his destination a mile ahead, somewhere on the right. His heart was pounding as his hands gripped the steering wheel. These were unfamiliar roads and the cloudy moonless night added to his terror as he glanced in his rearview mirror to see the car gaining on him again. He hadn’t anticipated being followed and the pursuer definitely meant business, at times almost hitting his bumper, threatening to push him off the road.
A sickening explosion threatened to send him skidding as he struggled to hold the steering wheel steady. The car pulled to the right and the flap-flap-flap signaled a blown out tire. His head was spinning and he was suddenly aware that he should never have embarked on this journey. It was foolish, but there was no turning back. The only thing left to do was to try to get away from whoever was following him. And the car was now useless.
Jerking the wheel to the right, brakes squealing, he pulled onto the side of the road and, as if in one motion he opened the car door and ran toward the fence that skirted the road. The blackness of the night made it impossible to see exactly what was beyond the fence as he catapulted himself into a thick gnarly web of what he now thought must be grapevines. He crept forward, using his shaking hands to feel his way through the dense growth. For a moment there was utter and complete silence, the only sounds coming from the swooshing of his hands pushing through the vines. Perhaps his pursuer had stopped at the sound of his tire blowing out and had left.
But, no. The hum of a car engine grew louder as it approached and he was aware that it had come to a stop nearby. Frozen in place, sweat now pouring down his face, he tried to think. He heard a car door close and footsteps. And then more deafening silence. His only option was to hide, enveloping himself amongst the vines and darkness. He crept over to his right and pulled himself, as quietly as possible, into thick forest of vines, crouching and shaking.
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