Last year my billboard was a Bible verse. “Jesus wept.” John 11:35. I think it is still relevant.
I’ve worked it into the next installment of my story. Thanks for reading. 💕
The chase
Evie’s heart was pounding out of her chest. Sweaty hands gripped the steering wheel. A big black suv got behind her a few miles away from the turn to Sunshine Valley. It wasn’t until she got off the ‘big road’ (as locals called it), did the suv start to harass her. And honestly, there were hundreds of big black suvs. There was no need to worry? Until there was.
The road into Sunshine Valley was 2 lane and had been all of Evie’s life. Her dad and the other ole timers could remember the dirt road and the low water bridge that was the only way out of town.
The flood of 57’ changed all that. Sunshine Valley was cut off from the world for months as flood waters slowly receded. It took 3 weeks for the army corp of engineers with the national guard to get boats to the valley. State government promised this would never happen again.
This drive was called ‘The Lonely Road’. No houses. Just a few scenic wide spots and miles of trees. Evie didn’t think it lonely. She enjoyed the peace it provided. Except today. This suv needed to leave her alone.
It was when it rammed her that she knew it was more than just a hot headed local or a menacing teenager. Cell service was spotty. It took her 5 tries to connect with 911. Even then she wasn’t sure they got the message. Contacting Dillon directly hadn’t crossed her mind. Staying alive was her primary objective.
One more try to call 911. She had no idea if any one really picked up the autodialed call. It had rang through. Now all she heard was dead air. The suv hit her again. “Jesus wept!” She squealed, trying to maintain control of her nerves and her car.
Why was this happening? She hadn’t cut anyone off. She had obeyed all the traffic laws. Did someone not like the looks of her car? Her body jolted forward as her car was knocked forward again. Should she floor it and let the road kill her or the driver behind her?
Poetry & More 
We have a bridge like that in Dayton. The golf club is down there by the river with all the nice houses and there’s only one road in or out. It’s actually called Dayton Valley Road. If/when the river rises or there’s a fire they’re all gonna be stuck back there. The town council keeps saying they want to fix it, but meanwhile all they’re really doing is building more mcmansions and golf holes back there so they can collect more taxes.
We, on the other hand, live in “poverty flats” a stupid little planned development from thirty years ago with cookie cutter houses that are actually built pretty well. We’re hundreds of feet above the Carson River (which can and does flood) and actually not in a fire zone, unlike 98% of the houses in the Tahoe Basin area. And yet everybody wants to live down by the golf course. There’s no explaining people.
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Ain’t that the truth.
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Also-Black suv-terrifying😱
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