![]() ![]() For just a second her eyes locked on the terrified face of the driver, a woman, and then the engine roared. She slapped the hood with one hand and the windshield with the other, smearing the glass with blood. “Help!” She flung herself at the driver’s side of the hood as if she could physically force the car to stop. A bird flew up, its wings thumping against the thick, still air. Something moved suddenly in the brush at the side of the road. Death was just a part of life here.Īs the roar of her pulse in her ears subsided to a dull throb, the sounds of the bayou came through: crickets and frogs, the groan of an alligator somewhere nearby, the splash of something hitting the water, the distant rumble of thunder as a storm rolled up from the Gulf. The night waited, ever-patient, oblivious to her pain, not caring if she lived or died. ![]() Everyone in her life would probably be happier, relieved, unburdened. She tried to gasp for air, frantic, thinking she might die. The impact rattled her brain and knocked the wind from her. The road rushed up to meet her, slammed into her, the gravel biting into the flesh of her hands and bare arms and knees and the side of her face. Then suddenly she was falling, sprawling headlong. ![]()
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