It’s isolated along the highway. I’m alone and afraid, my car sits abandoned on the shoulder of a back road. My feet are raw and blistered, my shoes held in my hand. Squints of eyes burn from the sun and the wind whips at my skirt when he slowly pulls beside me. I need only get inside.
My hand reaches for the handle but suddenly I lie “I’ve phoned a friend to come for me “ Holding out my phone I force a smile. He is angry and speeds away without so much as goodbye.
In the morning, my troubles behind me, I browse the news over tea. My heart begins to pounds and it is hard to breathe. Her body was found beneath some trees not far from her deserted car, a dead phone was lying nearby, her shoes clutched in her hand.