Part 2
A jerking motion startled her awake. Yellow lights were flashing ahead of her like a kaleidoscope through her rain soaked windshield. A faint whining noise filled her ears.
Clank.
Whine.
Jerk.
Whine.
Clank.
This had to be a tow truck. She didn’t think people were allowed to ride in their vehicles while being towed. As hard as it was raining, she would take her chances. The ride was jiggly but dry.
The truck pulled to a stop under a large canopy. Someone completely covered pecked on her window. “It’s safe to get out now!” He shouted. When she opened the door, his voice was much softer. “Watch your step.” He had placed a step ladder beside the truck so it would be easier for her to climb down. “Do you have a bag or something? I’ll take you to the hotel and tomorrow I’ll work on your car.” Once she was safe on the ground, “have you eaten? Nothing is open at this hour but I can get you something from the vending machine.”
She pointed at the cooler. “I have plenty if you’re hungry.” He left to get a smaller vehicle, she read the side of his rollback and laughed. WHEN A HOOKER WON’T DO. She was still laughing when he pulled another truck around.
“What’s so funny?” He asked smiling.
“Your sense of humor.” She pointed at the rollback.
“The church ladies kicked up a fuss over it.”
The ride to the hotel wasn’t far. In the lobby; as she unpacked the cooler, he peeled off his rain gear. “Thank you for your kindness. What do I owe you?”
“Let’s wait and see what’s wrong with your car.”
“Sure.”
They ate a quick sandwich. She checked in. He left.
The room was quiet, on the ground floor. She stared at the closed door for a long time. Locked. The chained was pulled. But on a whim she propped a chair against the door. Took a shower. As she laid in the bed, a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula was laying on the night stand. Didn’t hotels have Bibles? Maybe the last guest left it? When she opened the cover, there written on the page was ‘Welcome to Rushylvania. Enjoy your stay.’ At least now she knew where she was. This sparked a thought, she checked her phone. One bar of service. Her weather app opened with what could have been the whining of the winch on the rollback, very slow. Finally, RUSHYLVANIA popped up. ‘Rain stopping in 1 hour.’ Tomorrow should be partly sunny at 65 degrees. She closed her phone and began to read Dracula.
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