It was late afternoon. I was heading for home, not really thinking about the road in front of me. I’d driven this narrow two lane blacktop hundreds of times over the years. Hell, I knew every turn, dip and incline as it wound its way along the forested slopes of northern Arizona’s Mogollon Rim.
I topped out of a long shaded incline, rounded a curve and burst into a sunlit clearing. My heart leapt into my throat when I saw the woman standing in the middle of my lane. Adrenalin and pure instinct took over as my foot exploded off the gas pedal and onto the brake while the thought I may be hallucinating flashed through my mind. I swung the Crown Vic’s wheel hard to the left and stood on the brake, gritting my teeth and sucking in a long breath as the heavy car went into a skid and began to fishtail. I tensed-- waiting for what I feared would be the inevitable impact of 3000 pounds of automobile hitting a hundred pounds of living flesh.
But then I felt a warm breeze through the car, and the road was behind me and the canyon below. My stomach lurched as I looked down and saw the trees, small as matchsticks.
I had a moment to ponder my situation as I hung there, mystified, in the air. The figure I'd seen wasn't a woman but a bird, a tall bird with a blue crest, holding a sign. It said, "Sucker."
I had just time enough to realize I'd taken a wrong turn into Toontown; then the car began to plummet.
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: writtenwyrdd