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Something big and black crashes against the windshield, and an explosion rocks the car. Turn into the skid! I see a flash and something in front of me. Something tall with black material flapping around it like the tail ends of an old-fashioned duster. Long, straw-colored hair. A scraggily goatee. A man? What's a man doing at the side of the road in the middle of nowhere? Why's he just standing there? Why doesn't he get out of the way? I yank the wheel back the other way, and the car swerves around him. And heads straight off the road. When the world stops bouncing and the car settles, I try to keep my eyes focused, but everything blurs around the edges. The waves ebb, and I hear a crunching sound, like boots on gravel. Straining to see, I barely make out . . . What is that? A flag? No, it's that flapping black material. I think it's the man I swerved to miss. A sweet, melodious voice makes its way through the undulating roar in my ears. "Let me help you."
Help. Yes, I need help.
About the author
Jennifer Allee spent her childhood living above a mortuary in the heart of Hollywood, California. Now she resides in Las Vegas, Nevada, where she writes novels and savors life's quirky, unpredictable journey. Her novels include Last Family Standing, the best-selling A Wild Goose Chase Christmas, The Mother Road, and The Pastor's Wife. Please visit her at JenniferAllee.com.
