The night was cold, not a single star looming overhead. The only object shining in the night sky was a moon, half blanketed by the darkness. I could hear the seemingly endless path of dead leaves crunching beneath every step I took. From the single breeze that managed to chill me through the two jackets I had on, I knew one thing for certain, I was ready for the summer to come back and greet me with open and warm arms. Unfortunately I'd have to brave several months of the cold before the relief would come.
I was walking on the sidewalk that trailed down beside a busy Main Street. The street almost always had a seemingly endless string of cars going in either direction. It was a street that one way, the way I was heading, lead to town, while the other lead somewhere that I wasn't completely sure of, as I'd never been down that way.
The direction I was walking was a long stretch of sidewalk before the turn, which thankfully didn't involve me crossing the street, which lead me straight to my apartment. I will say this, I truly enjoy walking home at night. I was unsure why, but the feeling of walking home at night was just soothing to me. Perhaps it was that I was hidden by the shadows and thus free of judgement from the rest of the world. Perhaps it was the fact that the sun wasn't beaming down on me, forcing me to squint and look to the ground. I was unsure. All I could say for certain was I loved it.
I continued to walk, about halfway through this lengthy sidewalk before my turn. I still had a was to go. I looked around and took in the sights. Across the street from me stood a gas station with a neon sign out front that stood next to the road, advertising the gas prices. Beside that, a small side road stood between the gas station and a Mexican restaurant. I wasn't much a fan of Mexican food, so it was no surprise I'd never been inside. Not that crossing this busy street would be worth trying it.
From up in front of me, on the sidewalk just before my turn, I heard the sound of a truck that was nearly flooring it's gas, the tires squealing beneath it. I looked to the road and saw a truck slamming on its breaks before making a sharp U-turn that forced it onto the sidewalk I was on, the front of the truck facing me. The headlights were almost blinding. I heard the revving of the engine, though the truck was unmoving. I continued to walk, hoping the situation would sort itself out. Instead what happened was the truck began moving toward me at an increasing speed. I froze. What was I supposed to do? On one side of me was a busy street, the other side was a tall fence that lead to a massive golf course.
There was nothing I could do but turn around and run as fast as I could to avoid being run over by a truck that, for an unknown reason, was trying to run me down. I ran and ran until my lungs felt as though on fire, as though my legs would give out. My only encouragement for moving forward was the sound of the truck getting closer and closer. I looked to my right, then to my left, anywhere I could find an opening to leap out of the way. I knew if I didn't move soon, I would be flattened by the monster of a truck that was now only a few feet behind me.
As if by miracle, the fence that surrounded the golf course ended just in the perfect time for me to dive toward that direction. Had I not dived right then, I would have been killed. I heard the car squeal as they stomped on their brakes. The lights shut off on the car and a tall man in a dark coat stepped out. He took one look at my face and his own twisted in shock. "I'm sorry," said the man. "I thought you were someone else."
The man stepped back into his truck, started it, and drove off.
I was walking on the sidewalk that trailed down beside a busy Main Street. The street almost always had a seemingly endless string of cars going in either direction. It was a street that one way, the way I was heading, lead to town, while the other lead somewhere that I wasn't completely sure of, as I'd never been down that way.
The direction I was walking was a long stretch of sidewalk before the turn, which thankfully didn't involve me crossing the street, which lead me straight to my apartment. I will say this, I truly enjoy walking home at night. I was unsure why, but the feeling of walking home at night was just soothing to me. Perhaps it was that I was hidden by the shadows and thus free of judgement from the rest of the world. Perhaps it was the fact that the sun wasn't beaming down on me, forcing me to squint and look to the ground. I was unsure. All I could say for certain was I loved it.
I continued to walk, about halfway through this lengthy sidewalk before my turn. I still had a was to go. I looked around and took in the sights. Across the street from me stood a gas station with a neon sign out front that stood next to the road, advertising the gas prices. Beside that, a small side road stood between the gas station and a Mexican restaurant. I wasn't much a fan of Mexican food, so it was no surprise I'd never been inside. Not that crossing this busy street would be worth trying it.
From up in front of me, on the sidewalk just before my turn, I heard the sound of a truck that was nearly flooring it's gas, the tires squealing beneath it. I looked to the road and saw a truck slamming on its breaks before making a sharp U-turn that forced it onto the sidewalk I was on, the front of the truck facing me. The headlights were almost blinding. I heard the revving of the engine, though the truck was unmoving. I continued to walk, hoping the situation would sort itself out. Instead what happened was the truck began moving toward me at an increasing speed. I froze. What was I supposed to do? On one side of me was a busy street, the other side was a tall fence that lead to a massive golf course.
There was nothing I could do but turn around and run as fast as I could to avoid being run over by a truck that, for an unknown reason, was trying to run me down. I ran and ran until my lungs felt as though on fire, as though my legs would give out. My only encouragement for moving forward was the sound of the truck getting closer and closer. I looked to my right, then to my left, anywhere I could find an opening to leap out of the way. I knew if I didn't move soon, I would be flattened by the monster of a truck that was now only a few feet behind me.
As if by miracle, the fence that surrounded the golf course ended just in the perfect time for me to dive toward that direction. Had I not dived right then, I would have been killed. I heard the car squeal as they stomped on their brakes. The lights shut off on the car and a tall man in a dark coat stepped out. He took one look at my face and his own twisted in shock. "I'm sorry," said the man. "I thought you were someone else."
The man stepped back into his truck, started it, and drove off.
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