The Samaritan–Happy Halloween–House of Heart Reblog

It’s isolated along the highway. I’m alone and afraid, my car sits abandoned aside a deserted road. My feet are raw with blisters, my shoes are in my hands. Squints of eyes burn from the  sun and the wind swept sand  whips my skirt, clings to my legs. When his car pulls up I rush to the passenger side.

I Search his smile for motive , he will be happy to give me ride, I need only to get inside. My hand pulls back from the handle “ I’ve phoned a friend” I lie, holding out my cell phone like a child. He is angry and speeds around the bend without so much as a goodbye.

In the morning, my troubles behind me, I browse the news over tea. My heart pounds and it is hard to breathe. Her body was beneath some trees not far from her disabled car,  a dead cell phone found nearby, her shoes clutched in her hand.

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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