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I grabbed my keys and stomped to the door.
I wasn’t listening to any more.
Why was he always so calm and RIGHT!!!!
I’d rather be out in the stormy night.
He spoke to me as I started to go.
“You can’t trust that car of yours you know.
Better take my keys and drive my truck.”
But I would rather trust to luck.
I spurned the offer of husband Jim,
Too mad to take a favor from him.
With ferocity, wind hit my face.
Debris blowing all over the place.
I almost turned to go back in
But I couldn’t bear to see him grin.
My car started as I turned the key.
It had been acting up sporadically.
I knew I shouldn’t be driving it.
I was just too angry to admit it.
"Drat it, I didn’t take my phone
Now I’m out here all alone."
I drove down the highway for an hour.
When the weather turned into something dour.
By now my anger was cooling off.
“I’d better go home, though I know he’ll scoff.”
It was snowing hard as I turned around.
And I was glad to be homeward bound.
I skidded a bit as I hit some ice.
The engine stalled and it was “no dice”
It wouldn’t start as hard as I tried.
I was so remorseful that I cried.
I was terrified when it wouldn’t go.
I couldn’t see any lights through the snow.
I’d met no cars for many a mile.
I knew I would be here for a while.
And then I remembered the horror tales
When a girl gets lost it never fails
That the one who would find her is a beast.
And that she is murdered is the least
That could happen to this hapless lass.
I looked for a weapon and found a glass.
I tried to break it with my shoe
But it was my shoe that broke in two.
Should I crawl into the trunk and hide?
Maybe he’ll not think to look inside.
Ted Bundy roamed around these parts,
With his evil deeds and some other upstarts,
Could be just as malevolent as was he
And it is very likely one could be
Waiting for such a dummy as I
Who raged out into a storm to die.
I saw a light behind me a while ago,
But it disappeared in the blinding snow.
Did it make a turn or is someone there?
I could feel the prickles from my hair
Rising out of my scalp with fear.
I know now that my fate is near.
Then I saw him a blurry face,
Scraping the window to clear a place.
I found the flashlight and turned it on him.
Oh thank you, Lord. It’s my husband Jim.
“You didn’t think I would let you go
Out into a storm all alone you know."
We got in the truck so nice and warm
And were soon safe from the winter storm.

Joyce Johnson
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