The Story Circle – Sully, Part Three

It’s a Wednesday of one of the busiest months that I’ve had in a long time.  It’s been a great month so far, but the thing I’ve enjoyed best about November is writing part of Sully’s story.  Sully is a woman with a small wooden box who seems to have made a big mistake.  A few other writers and I are taking turns telling the story of her mistake each Wednesday this month.  The story circle is hosted by Cameron D. Garriepy.  Start your read with Part One by Shannon, then continue the story with Part Two on my friend Michael Carnell’s blog before you come back here to begin Part Three.

Sully clutched the steering wheel hard in both hands and swallowed down the sharp taste of bile at the back of her throat.  She knew that couldn’t stop to be sick.  If she slowed down long enough to open her car door and vomit onto the pavement, the terrifying blankness might catch up with her.  She didn’t want to think about what that might mean.  A tingling chill curled around her neck once more, clinging to her skin like a slender hand with too-long fingers.  Her stomach lurched as the road in front of her seemed to slide upwards and to the right.  She struggled to see clearly enough to keep the car on the road.  Her foot involuntarily pressed the brake, but the dizziness began to fade almost as soon as it started and she was able to speed up again.

She topped a rise and saw something coming into view on the side of the road.  It was one of those blue signs that always promised food, gas, or lodging, or so she thought at first.  The reflective lettering glowed in the headlights and ordered the passerby to “Turn Here For Help.”  Sully blinked once in confusion and squinted at the sign.  As she drew level to it, she realized that it actually read “Tourist Information 740 AM.”  She decided that it must be the lack of sleep finally beginning to show itself.

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