Coming home from work one night a young girl encounters a hitchhiker. Not thinking she picks them up. Sometimes you must fear nothing but fear its self.

    “Wow, I can’t believe it’s really coming down like this.”

    “Yeah, David did say it was suppose to be some sort of hurricane near-by”.

     ”Well you know how David is. He’s a weather man. Those are the ones we love to hate.”

     Janice and her best friend continued through the cold, heavy tears of that the clouds started to produce hours before they were off. Their friend David the weather man had boasted and talked about this storm of the century for weeks. It was like a thrill that rushed through his veins when he predicted something right. It wasn’t often that they were right on the money, but the educated guess backed them up. Now the two were witnessing how heavy the rains actually were going to get. 65 mph, the starting rate of the winds is what he would repeat all week. Til Friday night finally came, then he would say “make sure you watch out for those winds. It’s like a car on the highway”.

    “OK, well this is my stop girlie. You be safe and make sure you call me as soon as you get in. I want to make sure this wind doesn’t sweep you and your little Mustang off from Kansas”.

   ”I will, I will! And if I get stranded I can just click my magic heels”. Janice said as she began to snicker at her own joke. She kind of feared that her small Ford Mustang would be swayed off the road as she still had just about an half hour before she arrived at her own door step. Her boyfriend expected her tonight, but not in this weather was she going to drive the extra miles. It was way too risky. 

    Pulling off Janice looked through her rear view mirror one quick time as she watched Tina safely enter her home. Wasn’t she lucky that she was only five minutes from the job. Mustang was built tough, but she had to pray that it would be tougher for the wind that was soon to pick up. Who really knew the outcome of it? Definitely not the book genius David. He lived life guessing everything that the sky was ready to do. Every single move it made.

    The rain seemed to pick up making it much harder to see. It was more so the wind that made it harder to clear away the water with the windshield wipers. The candy apple green Mustang roared through the rain, as it cut a path through the shower that fell so heavily. Janice was almost to the point where she was ready to give up driving and sit on the side of the road til the weather eased up. But who knew when that might be? This storm David called the storm of the century, so she guessed it had to be a few hours long. They always seemed that way.

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