Mystery Miles

In the midst of torrential rains, a woman stranded, waved for lift.

She needed a drop by the thoroughfare, as her car broke down. She refused any further help and mentioned that her folks were aware and rushing for her.

While stopping at the foot of the road, I took an important call. She smiled and mouthed her thanks then dissipated.

There was a crowd gathered, around a brutal car accident and I rushed to help.

Till date… the mere thought of it makes my blood run cold… the woman I drove for help was the victim, behind the wheel.