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Friday, April 6, 2012

Friday Fiction: Welcome to Singles Night, Chapter 9 continued

(A word of caution: this fiction series may occasionally stray from a PG-13 rating to an R rating. Proceed at your own risk!)

If you missed the first part of Chapter 9, click here.







It was 3:30 a.m. when Sandy’s phone rang. She had been sleeping fitfully and mumbled, “Hello?” into the receiver.
“You have to come get me,” said a tearful voice. It was Ginger.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” All kinds of emergency alarms were going off in Sandy’s mind.
“Just please come and get me,” she pleaded.
“Okay, okay. I’m on my way. Where are you?” There was a long pause.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “I walked so far on this dirt road, in the pitch dark.” Now her voice was shaking with audible sobs.
“Hon, I can’t come get you if I don’t know where you are. Stop and think, or look around. I need some kind of clue.”
“I’m in an all night coffee shop.”
“Not enough information. Where is the coffee shop? Can you ask someone, or look out the window and tell me what you see?”
Luckily, she was able to identify her surroundings sufficiently for Sandy to realize where she was. “Stay right there; I’ll be there as quickly as I can!” Hanging up the phone, Sandy reached for a sweater and jeans, pulling them on in a rush. She grabbed her purse and her car keys, jumped into her car and drove to the place Ginger had described.
She saw Ginger through the coffee shop window, looking pretty forlorn. As soon as Sandy had parked and exited the car, Ginger came running out the door towards her and grabbed her in a huge hug.
“Thank God you found me,” she cried.
Sandy hugged her back, and then helped her to the car. She had broken one of the heels on her shoes and was limping awkwardly.
“Are you alright? Did he hurt you?” Sandy wondered whether she needed to take her friend to the hospital emergency room or contact the police.
“No I’m okay. Al dropped us off at Carl’s house, which was a real dump, by the way, out on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere. We went inside, and he started kissing me as he led me to his bedroom. To make a long story short, we tumbled onto the bed, and he immediately passed out on top of me! I panicked, partly because he was a huge, dead weight on top of me, and I didn’t know if I’d be able to extricate myself before he came to. Plus there was no car in the driveway, and Al had left us there and driven away.” She paused to wipe away a tear with a soggy tissue.
“I finally managed to crawl out from under that unconscious hulk of humanity—I swear he must have weighed at least 250 pounds! I left and walked out to the main road. Luckily, I headed in the right direction and after what seemed like miles, I saw the lights of this coffee shop and called you from the pay phone.”
The hysteria had emerged after the alcohol buzz had worn off during her chilly hike to town, and Ginger realized all that could have happened to her. She began to cry again, and Sandy hugged her until the sobbing subsided. Then she started the car, backed out of the coffee shop parking lot, and drove Ginger home.
“You okay?” Sandy asked as she pulled into Ginger’s driveway.
“Yeah. Thanks for coming to get me.”
“That’s what friends are for,” answered Sandy. She watched Ginger until she entered her apartment, then she turned the car in the direction of Pinewoods. ‘See you at work on Monday,’ she mumbled to no one in particular and drove home.

(To be continued)

To go to the next installment, click here.
EVA

5 comments:

Brian Miller said...

hmm...interesting....glad she escaped before she ran out of breath...ha...and had someone to come pick her up...i may need to go back and reread...

Terri Sonoda said...

Ohhhh just enough to wet my appetite! You rascal you. MORE MORE MORE please.

Hugs, and happy Friday, my friend. LOVE your fiction!

She Writes Here Now said...

Nooo R here! Very carefully told :).

Sue said...

This is one thing I hadn't imagined happening. I love that you surprised me!

=)

rosaria williams said...

It moves at a good pace, hooking you right away.