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| A Toast for Margaret Gates |
The Blind Date
Maggie's scream for help barely escaped her mouth when Barrett's fist, flying across the front seat of his new '61 Chevy Impala, hit her hard in the face.
"Shut up bitch," he shouted at her as he steered the car farther up the dirt road, heading deeper into the woods. He had told her he would take her home after she had fought off his sexual advances but now she knew he had tricked her.
Terrified of him now, Maggie opened the car door and jumped out of the moving vehicle, landing in a pile of gravel. Legs and arms scraped and bloody, she desperately tried to scramble to her feet but her high heels kept slipping in the loose gravel.
The sound of the car door slamming got her attention as she struggled to stand up. She could hear the crunch of Barrett's shoes on the gravel and knew he was coming for her. Maggie could taste the fear she felt as she tried to get her feet to move but she was frozen in place. She stood there in terror as this man, this blind date from hell, advanced on her.
"Don't try to run you crazy bitch because when I catch you, you die," Barrett shouted. Maggie was paralyzed with fear as she watched him come closer and knew she would be no match for him even if she could run.
A movement behind him caught Maggie's eye and she saw his precious new car begin to roll down the hill where he left it when he came after her. He had forgotten to put it in park in his rage and hurry to get to her.
The crunch of tires on gravel caused Barrett to turn to see what she was seeing as she stood transfixed to the spot.
Barrett's scream as his car hit him full force jolted Maggie out of her trance, enabling her to jump aside and watch the car roll over him and come to a stop where she had been standing. She could see Barrett's lifeless eyes staring up at her as she sank to her knees and began to shake uncontrollably.
Barrett's scream echoed in Maggie's head as she trudged down the narrow dirt road to what she hoped would be the highway.
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