Sunday, December 6, 2009

86. Old School



He pulled his car over and dashed out into the darkness. The anxiety squeezed his throat and threatened to bubble over. What he thought he could handle he clearly could not, and his body rebelled. He stared at the beacon of light encased in metal wishing for help but not wanting to ask for it. His mind desperately ran through a list of who he should call. Then the phone rang and startled the pants off him.