She held her breath...

After an extended break, I'm back at work on The Girl With the Flat Tire. Here is another excerpt....

To her delight, the vehicle slowed and pulled onto the shoulder thirty feet behind her car. Peering into the bright headlights, she could tell it was a truck, and not a recent one. She anxiously awaited beside the Dart to see who would come out of the door. Scenes from Deliverance, the Burt Reynolds movie she had seen at the Cinema last year, flashed before her mind, along with that chilling banjo and guitar theme music.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck began to stand on end, and she stretched the tail of her shirt as low over her shorts as she could. What kind of sex-crazed backwoods maniac is going to step out of that truck? she thought. After all, I'm in the middle of nowhere, Texas.

The door to the truck opened with a squawk. Outlined in the headlights, a tall figure walked slowly toward her, steps crunching on the gravel. She squinted against the bright lights, able to identify the figure of a man, but unable to see his features. He stopped a few feet in front of her.

She held her breath.