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By:Deek Rhew

“Then we beat feet. Let’s just get on with gettin’ on.”

“Now that’s a plan I can get behind.” Monica looked out the window as the storm railed and flailed. “As soon as the storm is over, we make way for greener pastures.”

Angel nodded. “Deal.”

The next morning, the sun shone as if it didn’t have a care in the world. The women stuffed what remained of Angel’s belongings into the car and headed toward town.

They talked quietly as they navigated the city streets, then Angel said, “I have a headache. We haven’t eaten yet. Let’s grab something on the way.”

“Really? You’re hungry? Now?”

“Yes, now. Look, there isn’t anything outside of the city for miles and miles, and once we pop into the sheriff’s office and say howdy do, we are headed straight out.”

“Okay, fine.”

Angel changed course to the 50s style diner in the middle of town. As they got out of the car, Angel kept glancing around like at any second hell would descend upon them.

“Change your mind?” Monica asked, smiling at her friend’s disconcertion.

Angel didn’t reply. Her gaze remained fixed on something across the street.

Monica followed her gaze. Separated from the usual flow of city dwellers and beach bums, a man stood looking into a store window. Something about him struck her as familiar—his stance, the set of his shoulders, his build. Something.

“Mon, get back in the car.” Angel whispered.

“What? Why?”


Monica did as she had been instructed. After they closed the doors, she asked, “What is it? You look as white as a ghost.”

“That man. Does he look familiar?”

“Yes, but I don’t know why.”

“Take a good look.” Angel pointed to the sidewalk on the far side of the road.

They both craned their necks to gaze out the back window. The man turned, and Monica gasped. “Oh shit! We need to get to the police and get out. Now.”

“Yes, I think you’re right.” Angel said. She started the car, dropped it into gear, and tore out of the slant parking space. Pedestrians dove out of the way as she floored the gas.

The man on the sidewalk adjusted his ball cap as he watched the car accelerate down the narrow road. He thought he had seen someone familiar staring at him through the glass. The glare of the sun, however, prevented him from getting a clear view of the vehicle’s occupants. But still, he wondered…could it really be?

The car sailed down the street, taking the corner so fast it almost ran up onto the curb, and disappeared out of sight. He stood for several minutes, long after the revving engine and squealing tires faded and traffic had returned to its regular cadence.

Finally he turned and walked away. His plans had just changed.

The End