Passions in Prose |
Return To Sender (Part Eleven) |
Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
The ride was quiet...as each sat....looking over the landscape ahead....rolling plains that fell over the earth’s curvature into a setting sun. Bill was in a daze at the moment, somewhat speechless after the surprise which neither anticipated, but thoroughly enjoyed. He smiled, a twinkle forming in his eyes as he remembered the feel of her skin, dimpling from the moment...it had been so very long since Bill had even courted a woman, let alone shared such intimacy with one....they both needed those moments... Mary Lou was happy to let Bill drive into town. After all, she had only been down this road once by herself, and that was the first day when she delivered the envelope to Bill’s home. The ride into town was not planned, she did not know what else to do with no one seeming to be at home that day. Little did she know that she and Bill were only steps away from each other as she left the porch, walking to her car. The ride was smooth, the sun setting quickly into the landscape....so tranquil...Bill did not talk much during the trip...He seemed to be in some other place right then... Suddenly, from out of the darkness...a deer ran into the road in front of Bill and Mary Lou....Instinctively, Bill swerved to avoid the deer. His tires caught the shoulder and the vehicle was out of control, sliding into the ditch alongside the road, then turning over and rolling twice before coming to a stop.....The headlights shining eerily into the night sky as dust settled around the scene. Mary Lou struggled to release her seatbelt....Bill did not move. Unconscious from a severe blow to the head...Bill was bleeding from his nose and one of his ears. Mary Lou knew that Bill was seriously hurt. She also knew that if Bill were to die, her hopes for her children would be lost....they would end up dying from the disease within their veins......Frantic, Mary Lou searched the vehicle for her purse. For, inside her purse was a cell phone. With it, she would be able to dial 911 and get emergency assistance on the way.... Finally, after several minutes of searching, she located her purse, within it she found the cell phone..... Nervous, hands shaking from the fear of the moment, she attempted to dial the correct number....failing to do so, she tried again. The phone rang, rang again. On the fourth ring, a female voice answered, asking what was the emergency... Mary Lou, taking deep breaths to calm herself, managed to tell the operator what their emergency was.....Help would be on the way shortly.... Still about eight miles from town, it would take upwards of ten minutes for the EMS to arrive on the scene.... Still unconscious, though breathing shallow ragged breaths, Bill lay in the driver’s seat of the vehicle. Still restrained by his seatbelt, he would be secure until help arrived at the scene... The night air was chilly, causing the windshield to fog, creating a surreal scene within the car. Mary Lou sat there beside Bill, shivering from the moment as well as the air temperature that was dropping rapidly within the car. Help would arrive soon. Wiping clear the windshield, Mary Lou looked into the distance, attempting to see if a vehicle were coming their way....Please hurry, save this man....she prayed for Bill, Her tears flowed freely down both cheeks, smearing her mascara....Such a sight she would be to anyone who saw her face... Time slowly ticked into the evening air....as the reaper stood silent, watching....waiting... [This message has been edited by Magnus (12-24-2003 08:35 PM).] |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Oh man... |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gawd! I'm going to have to go buy a new seat... the edge of this one just met its end |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Smiling...you already have the ending figured out...have you picked up one of my tricks, then? The art of stringing one along, keeping the interest...you wear the mantle well, my friend... |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
You need to crank out 12 before egg nog time...you hear? "if you won't let me fall for you |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
I find myself holding my breath~ ~*When the heart grieves over what it has lost, |
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