I haven’t slept. My hair feels like a burning bush on my head when I enter the gas station restroom. I purposefully don’t look at my reflection in the mirror when I wash my hands. No distractions. In and out, I remind myself. Only stop to use the bathroom, stock up on chips and bottled water.
I must be back on the road. I can’t stay, don’t want to linger, for someone to recognize me. I rely on quick pit-stops, avoid long lines and stick to the drive-thru windows, the gas stations where there is light traffic. I refuel, regroup, reassure myself this is the only way. I have to get as far away from the city as possible, before he realizes I’m gone, before he comes searching. When I am safe, across the state border, then I’ll find a hotel to rest.
I gather my sustenance for the next several hours: Doritos to eat now, and for later, two bags of Chex Mix, a family size bag of barbecue potato chips, several small packs of beef jerky and lightly salted peanuts, and a gallon jug of water. I spread everything out over the check-out counter.
“Someone has the munchies.”
I pretend not to hear the familiar voice. I can’t stay, I remind myself. The lens of the security camera hanging from the ceiling watches me closely. I’ve been documented. I must find another road to travel, wipe my trail and start over. He’ll be after me soon.
I lower my head to shield my face and quickly count out the cash to pay. “I have a long trip.”
Our fingers touch as he takes the money, sending a jolt through my body, reminiscent of a time before I was forced to run. “You don’t remember me?” he says, and I am captured by his warming smile, those firm lips that used to trail kisses down my neck.
I do remember, and it’s what frightens me, because I can’t stay.
It is Short Story A Day May, and today’s prompt from Sarah Cain, “Chance Encounter,” gives me the opportunity to start sketching out a new short story (different from the one I’m writing in May, which I haven’t started yet 😦 ) that came to me in a dream a little over a year ago. It’s about a woman who is running from her current boyfriend and has a “chance encounter” with her ex/the one who got away. That’s just a basic description, and this is a rough, rough, beginning, but hopefully, now that I have something written, it will give me the motivation to start and finish…