|Flap (standard:Suspense, 1995 words)|
|Author: BENTLINK||Added: Aug 27 2007||Views/Reads: 2188/1187||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Not a good way to start a well earned vacation.|
FLAP She thought the meeting would never be over. Having a meeting scheduled on the Friday before the beginning of her two week summer vacation was bad enough but to have the usual dimwits asking question after question to delay the meetings end was almost more than she could sit still for. What a terrific inconvenience it had been to have to stay past the time she normally ended her work day. Her husband Bill was long gone having agreed to transport the ton of vacation gear and their two sons Mike and Billie to the family's summer rental cabin using the old truck he usually drove only to work and for do-it –yourself hauling close to home. She could picture the three of them eyes wide with excitement chattering away about the fish they would catch and the rocks they would climb as they bumped along at a snails pace across the miles of interstate highway. Her mandatory meeting was scheduled to end at four but it was closer to five when she finally reached the off street parking lot and climbed into the red SUV. She had hoped to overtake the family's slow poke truck somewhere along Interstates 40 or 30 before it reached the Hot Springs exit. Of course, with all the dimwit delays that was now out of the question and she knew her husband and boys would be at the cabin site and unloaded well before she arrived. She had been a little late getting away from home this morning and had no chance to fill the SUV with fuel so she would lose still more time having to make a stop at one of the many gasoline stations along the way. Bill would huff and groan about having had to do all the work but when she arrived a mountain of luggage, food, boating, and fishing equipment would be piled in a mound around her smiling blond haired husband. Her insides grew warm with anticipation knowing that in its turn each item in the patiently waiting mound would receive her gentle touch to give it direction. She never dreamed how wonderful married life could be having been raised in a home filled not with love but unresolved issues of anger, jealousy, and sometimes even violence. She had held her breath and tip-toed around until she was old enough to live on her own then never went home again. She seldom allowed herself luxuries preferring instead to spend her disposable funds on the boys and her husband by giving them things she never had access to as a child. The one exception was the red SUV; it was her special treat that she enjoyed each and every day, an everything power assisted chariot of fire with amazing acceleration and agility. When driving the SUV she was sure she understood how champion athletes must feel as their bodies responded to their will. She was looking forward to the family vacation and as she drove across the table flat miles of interstate highway towards Little Rock, she could feel the frustration of today's meeting and the built up tension of preparing everyone for a vacation draining away. The SUV's disk player issued butter smooth instrumental music and the miles just flew by. Several miles into the trip, she closed rapidly on a large tarpaulin covered utility trailer in the right lane. As she maneuvered into the left lane to pass the slower vehicle, the air flow around the utility trailer's blue plastic tarp changed and she caught a brief glimpse of a human hand. She had seen a hand hadn't she! She knew she had seen a woman's hand with long delicate fingers and brightly polished nails now hidden by the enveloping blue tarpaulin. She was so surprised she monetarily lifted her foot from the SUV's accelerator pedal and instantly got a loud blast from the air horns of a monstrous 18 wheel truck that now filled her rear view mirror. She pressed hard on the accelerator and the always responsive SUV leaped forward. She then changed from the left to the right lane and slowed to match the speed of the trailer and truck she had just passed. All the while, she was keeping a close eye on the monster truck that had nearly run her over. As the 18 wheelers cab came abreast of her driver's door a hard eyed blond female passenger looking for all the world like the before picture of a advertisement for Swedish wrinkle cream gave her the finger. Click here to read the rest of this story (138 more lines)
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