[ WP ] Your character is driving down a lonely highway and thought she saw something that makes her question her own sanity .

Fucking cunt, had to be a goddamn woman otherwise he ’ d be able to see the healthy little swerve of a few shots in their driving and oh god those pompous ass bumper stickers. Clearly went to a liberal arts college and majored in fluffing up bullshit to look like a bouquet. The sedan was just a pinprick of light but he already had her fucking number, no doubt it was a girl and even if he couldn ’ t see them yet the fraying bumper stickers with some shitty feminist slogan or some indie band or some head up the ass vegetarian propaganda existed and fuck if it didn ’ t make his blood boil just thinking about it. He let his boot sit hard on the gas and the 18 wheels beneath him chugged away at the asphalt faster and faster his adams apple a piston chugging away on it ’ s own drowning the SoCo in a fat belly. He could see the car now, a Volvo actually though fuckfuck, things were going fast all of a sudden. Too fast actually but there are times when you just grit your eyes and shut your teeth and hope that you got the order of everything right. As he came up on her tail he reached up and grabbed the honk string, mostly for support more than anything else, and blasted by on the left side cutting heavily into the other lane. No cars no nothing coming down the opposite… He just blasted right on through, cunt words spilling out of his lips as he slowly forgot who he was cursing out and his lack of a why. 
 
 “ Jesus! ” Her heart jumped as the 18-wheeler rattled by her, the long honk a muffled yell that sound like it came from a heavy metal elephant trunk deep in the middle of the truck. She didn ’ t breath, gritting her teeth and shutting her eyes. Her ears told her she hadn ’ t died as the braying behemoth shot on past her, the blare dying away with it. Slowly her heart slowed normal again after the electric shock of neardeath. Her breath hadn ’ t even fully been caught before it stuck again. A truck, the same one from before, shot by her on the opposite lane, a stereotypical fat trucker holding himself up with the line by his head, the honking from his truck shattering the silence that had settled. She caught a glimpse of him, enough to see the grease of his white shirt and the hairy pooch of a belly sticking out from underneath him. Gone in a flash she thought to twist in her seat but just as she did another rattling bump made her heart a rabbit ’ s. The yellow-line bumps from the median shook through her lack of shock absorbers, up through the steering wheel, and into her hands yelling: “ Look forward! ”. She did, her neck snapping vision back in front of her car and only in time to see a Volvo coming straight for her. She jerked the wheel and just barely avoided smashing into it nose-first. Across from her the identical Volvo did the same and the two cars slammed into each other, not before she saw herself though. The passenger doors smashed into each other and sent the two cars spinning out of control. The image of her own face, her own self driving the car opposite her burned fire in her mind. What in the world could she possibly have just seen? The car was spinning faster than her head and luckily for her it careened around the next bend just to sputter to a stop against the barrier rail…. When she had finally calmed down enough to undo her seatbelt she stepped out of the car and started trudging along the road, back down the way she came. What in the world had just happened? Was it possible that someone else on this road had a Volvo too and just looked like her? Of course it was possible, it was what she had to belive anyway, but what were the chances of anyone being around at this time really?! Especially after seeing the truck she could have safely assumed she wouldn ’ t see anyone for another good half hour if not several hours. No, it hadn ’ t just looked like her, it had been her it was obvious. Rounding the bend she expected to see the wreckage of the other Volvo, at least some skid marks or something but there was no sign of the mysterious car. No sign of the other her. But her own car was seriously fucked, there was no denying that. Even if she was just seeing things what in the world had she hit? and more importantly how was she going to get home? These questions swam in her mind as she trekked back to he still-sputtering ride and lay her head down against it in despair. Two large, bright headlights rounded the corner and a familiar honk filled the air around her. The breaks on a giant 18-wheeler screamed out in protest as the several tons of metal came to a stop next to her totaled car. A stereotypical trucker with grease on his white shirt and a hairy pooch of a belly poking out from underneath it leaned over and out the passenger window screaming obscenitys at her. “ The goddamn fuckcunt, get off the road, fucking parked on the middle of a turn bitchdyke trying to get herself killed ” She could barely understand a word he was saying, mumbles about vegetarian lesbians and liberal arts college propaganda, but she smacked the hood of her car helplessly and shrugged her shoulders at him. Even through he sloshed eyelids he seemed to understand what she was trying to say, and he grew more friendly as it dawned on him that she might not be parked in the middle of the road to enjoy the midnight scenery but moreover because she was having car troubles. He pushed open the passenger door and offered her a seat, presumably a ride though if it was difficult to know if even he knew where he was going. She wasn ’ t in much of a position to refuse however, and feeling thoroughly bewildered she climbed into the cab of the truck with the strange man. He drove surprisingly well for someone so clearly drunk and she felt herself drifting off to sleep with her head leaned against the window, a half-empty bottle of SoCo rolling across the floor and into her feet. And then under the seat. And then into her feet. 

