this town." He glanced down to the map. “What is this again?”
“We have GPS.”
“Yes, well, always know how to read a map.” He ran his finger over the folded map. “Littlefield. We’ll pull over after this town. We’ll be in Nevada and you can ride with Stokes.”
“Me?” Emir asked as he drove. “This is my car. Why should I ride with him?”
“Because he is not a very good conversationalist. He talks way too much about nothing.”
“It makes the time pass.”
“Not when you have a lot on your mind,” Charles said. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’m not going to do well in prison,” Emir stated.
“You have experience.”
Emir gasped. “It was kid jail. That is hardly the same thing. And the facility that I attended was very low risk.”
“I don’t think it will matter. I think they’ll need us before the jury can say guilty.”
“This brings me to a very scary thought.”
“What is that?” Charles asked.
“Can you imagine being arrested, being detained, being locked up until trial and everyone gets sick and dies.”
Charles sat back. “They’d have to release us.”
“Apparently you never read the book, The Stand.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“How did you never read it? You’re a virologist.”
“Exactly,” Charles said. “I can see myself just getting annoyed. Like this town. Why is there a stop light in this town?”
“Because the cross over road is a main one.” Just as Emir lifted his foot from the brake, he jolted to a stop. “And this.” he pointed.
A young woman crossed the street. She not only pushed a stroller, she held the hand of a toddler. They moved slowly, she obviously knew she started crossing when she shouldn’t have. She paused at the hood of Emir’s car and gave an apologetic look to him.
He lifted his hand in a wave as if to say that it was all right.
“Only in a small town,” said Charles.
“It wouldn’t be bad to live in a place like this.”
“No not at all.”
The young woman cleared the crosswalk and Emir lifted his foot from the brake and placed it on the gas to go.
“Emir!” Charles cried out. “The light!”
SLAM!
“Oh my God.” Stokes panicked. He saw it happen as if in slow motion. He was behind Emir’s car and nearly hit him when he stopped on green to let the woman cross the road. He thought Emir was watching the light. It had turned red and Emir hadn’t notice.
The second he pulled through the red light, Stokes saw it.
The tractor trailer rolled down the four lane road through the intersection. It didn’t slow down, nor stop because it had the light.
By the time the truck realized Emir was in the intersection, it was too late.
Stokes hadn’t moved. He never planned on it. So he was witness to it all and it horrified him.
The sound of air brakes was the terrifying forewarning. The truck careened into the driver’s side of the mini SUV. Emir’s vehicle was a billiard ball. The impact caused it to fly up into the air, and upon landing it rolled three times. The vehicle ended up on its roof and the momentum of the crash caused it to spin out of control down the road. It finally stopped spinning when it hit into a telephone pole. The force of that hit, stopped the spinning and sailed the vehicle on an angle down the road.
It happened quickly, but Stokes saw that it wasn’t over. The SUV wasn’t stopping. It was on a full force sliding collision path with a building.
Stokes jerked the wheel, pulled over and jumped out.
Macy had grabbed the paper towels and aluminum foil. She had just realized she needed parchment paper when she heard the squeal of airbrakes. No sooner did her fingers grab the roll, she heard a series of bangs, and the lights flickered and then went out.
For certain, not only was there an accident outside, it was a bad one. Arms full in the back of the store, she turned to hurry upfront to see. She wanted to know what was going on. A few steps into her journey, she heard the
“We have GPS.”
“Yes, well, always know how to read a map.” He ran his finger over the folded map. “Littlefield. We’ll pull over after this town. We’ll be in Nevada and you can ride with Stokes.”
“Me?” Emir asked as he drove. “This is my car. Why should I ride with him?”
“Because he is not a very good conversationalist. He talks way too much about nothing.”
“It makes the time pass.”
“Not when you have a lot on your mind,” Charles said. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“I’m not going to do well in prison,” Emir stated.
“You have experience.”
Emir gasped. “It was kid jail. That is hardly the same thing. And the facility that I attended was very low risk.”
“I don’t think it will matter. I think they’ll need us before the jury can say guilty.”
“This brings me to a very scary thought.”
“What is that?” Charles asked.
“Can you imagine being arrested, being detained, being locked up until trial and everyone gets sick and dies.”
Charles sat back. “They’d have to release us.”
“Apparently you never read the book, The Stand.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“How did you never read it? You’re a virologist.”
“Exactly,” Charles said. “I can see myself just getting annoyed. Like this town. Why is there a stop light in this town?”
“Because the cross over road is a main one.” Just as Emir lifted his foot from the brake, he jolted to a stop. “And this.” he pointed.
A young woman crossed the street. She not only pushed a stroller, she held the hand of a toddler. They moved slowly, she obviously knew she started crossing when she shouldn’t have. She paused at the hood of Emir’s car and gave an apologetic look to him.
He lifted his hand in a wave as if to say that it was all right.
“Only in a small town,” said Charles.
“It wouldn’t be bad to live in a place like this.”
“No not at all.”
The young woman cleared the crosswalk and Emir lifted his foot from the brake and placed it on the gas to go.
“Emir!” Charles cried out. “The light!”
SLAM!
“Oh my God.” Stokes panicked. He saw it happen as if in slow motion. He was behind Emir’s car and nearly hit him when he stopped on green to let the woman cross the road. He thought Emir was watching the light. It had turned red and Emir hadn’t notice.
The second he pulled through the red light, Stokes saw it.
The tractor trailer rolled down the four lane road through the intersection. It didn’t slow down, nor stop because it had the light.
By the time the truck realized Emir was in the intersection, it was too late.
Stokes hadn’t moved. He never planned on it. So he was witness to it all and it horrified him.
The sound of air brakes was the terrifying forewarning. The truck careened into the driver’s side of the mini SUV. Emir’s vehicle was a billiard ball. The impact caused it to fly up into the air, and upon landing it rolled three times. The vehicle ended up on its roof and the momentum of the crash caused it to spin out of control down the road. It finally stopped spinning when it hit into a telephone pole. The force of that hit, stopped the spinning and sailed the vehicle on an angle down the road.
It happened quickly, but Stokes saw that it wasn’t over. The SUV wasn’t stopping. It was on a full force sliding collision path with a building.
Stokes jerked the wheel, pulled over and jumped out.
Macy had grabbed the paper towels and aluminum foil. She had just realized she needed parchment paper when she heard the squeal of airbrakes. No sooner did her fingers grab the roll, she heard a series of bangs, and the lights flickered and then went out.
For certain, not only was there an accident outside, it was a bad one. Arms full in the back of the store, she turned to hurry upfront to see. She wanted to know what was going on. A few steps into her journey, she heard the
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