Jillian Chantal

This week’s word for Tuesday Tales is mad. I am still working on my tale from last week. Our heroine is still driving to help the hero.

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She drove on, now with someone tailgating her, but she didn’t care. Not being alone on this desolate highway was much better than being in the company of lightning, thunder and crows.

Stella inched on down the road, wishing the rain would abate a little. The lights of the car behind her shone in her back window too brightly.

Paranoia set in and she wondered what the person behind her had planned. Who followed that closely on such a rain-slicked road? They sure didn’t have much room to stop safely if something happened and she had to slam on her brakes.

The longer the guy behind her stayed as close as he was, the angrier Stella got. “Get off my tail.”

She sped up even though she knew it wasn’t safe. It was equally unsafe to have someone blinding her from behind.

The crazy driver sped up as well. It was as if his front bumper was tied to her back one. What was wrong with him? Was he mad man escaped from an asylum? Or a crazy woman intent on harming another driver for the sport if it?

Praying the turnoff to the house was close, Stella kept moving.

It was hard to see through the pelting rain. Thinking she might have actually missed the turn due to lack of visibility, she made a decision.  “I’ll pull over, put the address in my GPS and hope this nut job drives on.”

Her wish didn’t come true. As soon as she pulled onto the shoulder of the road, the other vehicle came to a stop behind her.

Glancing in the rear view mirror, Stella let out a squeal. An impossibly tall person in a long, black trench coat wearing a dark fedora over its brow strode purposely toward her car.

Not wasting a second, she hit the gas and tried to get away.

Her right back tire spun uselessly for a few seconds.

Panicked, she glanced in the mirror again. The person was so close, he or she could touch the trunk.

“Oh, Lord. Help me.”

Just as Stella thought she’d die from heart failure, her tire found purchase and she peeled out onto the tarmac.

And almost died again as an eighteen wheeler coming from the other direction almost jack knifed in front of her to avoid a collision. The screech of the rubber on the wet road was like a thousand chimpanzees on the warpath.