TheBanyanTree: Road Rage

[Margaret R. Kramer]

He cut her off.  She was going to get even.  She zipped and zagged.  She
barely missed clipping the cars that were in her way trying to catch up with
him.  If only there weren’t any stoplights on this wretched road, she could
really gun it and be in his face NOW.

Her boyfriend, Michael, urged her on.  “Get the bastard,” he yelled.  He
looked in the back seat and said, “Put your seatbelts on, kids.  Your mama’s
going to take us on a RIDE!”

Her fingers tightened on the wheel.  Her eyes closed to slits, narrowing her
focus to the small red truck just within her reach.

She was stalking prey now.  The whirring noises of cars faded into a faint
buzz.  The children were begging her to slow down, but they sounded like a
buzz of mosquitoes to her.

She was within feet of the truck and there was a stoplight that was just
going to change to red and she was able to position herself in the lane next
to him and damn it, Michael rolled down his window and the man rolled down
his window and they started screaming at each other.

She had just enough time to get out of the car and grab her son’s baseball
bat from the trunk and get back into the car and be ready to take off,
because the next time he stopped, he was going to get his.

The light turned green.  Go!  Her foot punched the gas pedal to the floor.
As quickly as the car could move, she tried to maneuver behind him and then
onto the shoulder to get in front of him.

She got to the shoulder and as she tried to turn the steering wheel to go
the other way, the car tripped on something, and almost like someone was
pushing it from behind, began to somersault in the grass.

Michael, who didn’t put on his seatbelt, flew out an open door, but she didn
’t see it.  She was screaming and the kids were screaming as the car flipped
over and over.  It finally landed on its top where they hung upside down
like bats in a cave.

The driver of the red truck stopped when he saw the man fly out the window
in his rearview mirror.  He heard the thud of his body landing in the grass.
Cars were stopping all over the road.  People were rushing out to see if
they could help.

He could drive away and maybe no one would remember he was the one she was
chasing.  He was shaking.  He found his cell phone in his coat pocket and
with twitching fingers began to dial 911.

Margaret R. Kramer
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~Author Unknown