Behind the Wheel

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. That the late hours that he had been pulling at work had finally caught up to him. The woman standing at the edge of the sidewalk was wearing a beautiful light pink sundress and her hair was blowing in the late afternoon wind. He couldn’t see her face as it was hidden underneath her straw hat but he is sure that she is a sight to behold. Snapping out of his reverie, he stopped beside the woman and asked if she needed a ride anywhere.

“Yes, that would be lovely,” she said. “Thank you, kind sir, for helping a lady in need.” A surge of pride rose from within him as he gave the woman a charming smile. “Anything for a pretty lady.” He said before unlocking the passenger side door for her. The woman gracefully got into the car and buckled her seatbelt. He then pulled out from the curb and after driving a few blocks, he turned to the woman beside him. “So where are you headed?” Silence met his inquiry as the woman stared straight ahead. Figuring he’ll try again later, he continued to drive until he was outside city limits. When he turned to ask the woman where he should drop her off, he stomped on the brake so hard, he lurched forward. The lady was gone and he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out where she went.

Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in front of his car, only this time, her straw hat had disappeared. Staring at him is a slim, hourglass-figured woman with flowing dark brown hair and half of her face was badly burnt. His eyes went as wide as saucers, his hands gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. The woman smiled beautifully at him, well, with as much beauty as a woman with half a face could, in gratitude. He could have sworn he heard her whisper “Thank you” before fading into the wind, leaving him in the middle of the empty highway. A few minutes went by before he managed to pull himself together. Making a U-Turn, he drove straight back into the city with one destination in mind: a bar filled with alcohol.