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Cape Fear

Cape highway, speeding, the radio full blast, pitch black with only his headlights to flare on the pavement, it's slick, for there's been a light shower, hazardous drive but he doesn't much care. He's a loner of sorts and he lives with his mother, a Man of God, goes to church every week; he's been to the movies to see the new feature, a drama with action, seductive and sleek. His name is Joe and he has some issues, time spent long ago for committing a crime; the District Attorney, a man named George Sherman, sent him to prison to serve out his time. On the road up ahead he eyeballs a pedestrian, a young teenage girl and she's thumbing a ride; his vehicle's a mess, it's just base transportation, she'd better not mind the condition inside. It's OK , she knows him, it's Joe from the diner, (he cannot believe that he's having such luck!) for it's Lindsay, the daughter of attorney Sherman, who's sitting beside him curled up in his truck. She's calm and relaxed, feels protected with Joe now, sure beats walking around in the rain late at night; she takes a cig and a swig from his Pepsi and sits back, it's great, now her home is in sight. But he takes the access road right of her driveway, heads into the woods so forbidding and drear. Joe isn't looking to ensure her safety, poor Lindsay, she has every reason to Fear.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 4/27/2009 8:06:00 PM
OMGOSH Mr. Bickerstaffe you gave me the creeps, between you and Carolyn I may not sleep. This was such a great story and totally worthy of a hot summer night's chill. Great job Keith.
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Date: 4/27/2009 1:10:00 PM
Oh man...this is scary, Keith! It's creeping me out.:( An ominous atmosphere, "pitch black" on a rain spattered gloomy night. Driving with the radio blaring, and carrying insanity as a passenger, before he'd ever picked up Lindsay.:( Well written, but an oh so spooky piece. God bless you and yours! Love, Mikki
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