Too Late
Too late Charlie realized she should have listened to the internal voice
that had been yelling “NO!” when the large black truck stopped for them.
She knew it was now too late to get out, too late to run, too late to do anything….
She saw the glow of the devil’s eyes in the dark, and she knew this was the end.
He was handsome, and there was no diabolical laugh, but she knew.
Her heart was beating six beats a second too hard.
Almost the second he had hit those door locks she knew they were goners.
Why had she followed her cousin Dolly into this guy’s truck?
Oblivious to the danger, Dolly in the middle, chattering nonsense.
Her persistent run-on sentences were filling up every second of silence
Char could feel the tension, and knew the monster was exuding anger.
Dolly’s constant blathering was not helping.
Char said she had to go to the bathroom and asked if he would unlock the door.
This is when she heard the laugh, and the chatter stopped.
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