Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A-Z Blog Challenge "V" for Vanishing Hitchiker

Day twenty one and the letter "V" for the A-Z Blog Challenge. If this is your first time here, my A-Z challenge is based on Urban Legends, and follows the life of a small town Nevada reporter, Adele.
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Adele's story continues....
On the night Layla met her new husband (see "Killer in the Backseat"), Daniel had already had a strange encounter on the road. It always seems like bad luck comes in waves, doesn't it.
But Daniel was on the way home from college at UNR to his little hometown here in Goldtown, when he happens to see an attractive young woman on the side of the road. This being Nevada, and the roads stretching in between towns are long and often empty--and dangerous. So--nice guy that he is--Daniel stops to offer her a ride and she accepts. Daniel and the woman go to the party in Goldtown, and everyone thinks that Daniel has brought home a girlfriend from school--everyone thinks that his girlfriend is wonderful and charming, and at the end of the night, Daniel offers to drive the girl home. He places his jacket around her shoulders because it gets really cold in the desert, and when he touched her shoulders, it was like touching ice.  
He asked for her address and she gave it to him, it was a small mining town/truckstop that barely boasted a few houses and a ranger's station--not all that unusual for up here. But when he pulled up to the driveway and turned to her, she had gone. Completely disappeared--the car door never opened. If his other friends hadn't seen her at the party, he would have thought maybe someone slipped something into his drink, or maybe finally his loneliness was messing with his head.
Not sure what else to do, he went up to the door, and even though it was quite late, he knocked on the door. A middle aged woman answered the door, and seemed unsurprised--even weary--that he was there, as if she had had to explain this a hundred times in her life. The young girl Daniel had seen was her daughter, who had died ten years ago in a car accident on her way home from UNR. Shutting the door, the woman told him if Daniel didn't believe her, he could find her name up there on the cemetery. Daniel took the backroads and found the cemetery. There are a lot of cemeteries back in Nevada's old country, mostly miners and prospectors, ghosts on top of ghosts, and the cemetery the woman at the house had directed him to was twisted with undergrowth, overgrown with grass, with tombstones dating back from the 1800's. Daniel found the grave, in the newer section of the small cemetery, and to his surprise, saw his jacket folded up on top of it, a high desert flower resting on top as if to say thank you.

1 comment:

So cold

I have never been this cold before, inside and out. It's hard to think, it's hard to process a thought. There's no physical heat...