this might be my lucky night, pete pickering thought, when he saw the woman running along the side of the road ahead of his truck.
pete figured right away that she was running like she was running away from something. she was not dressed in the manner of a person running for exercise, or running in the classic style of someone doing so.
but what was she running from? pete had not seen anything.
pete was probably still not close enough to her that she could see the light from his headlights.
she was still running at full speed, and a bit awkwardly. pete was more sure than ever that she was runnning from fear.
he decided to speed up. and overtake her.
he would ask her if she needed help.
trixie saw the lights from the headlights before she heard the vehicle’s motor.
there was no way she could get to the motel before the vehicle overtook her.
maybe it is a police car, she thought hopefully.
she stopped running. she took a deep breath, and started walking.
the light did not increase much. had the driver slowed down, or maybe even stopped?
as casually as she could, she took her phone out of her pocket.
behind her, pete had indeed slowed down almost to a stop when he saw trixie stop.
he did not know what to do. in all his driving around, seeking to pick people up, he had never faced this exact situation before.
maybe the woman had just been running for exercise after all. and not running away from something.
he drove toward her at twenty miles an hour and quickly overtook her.
hello there, pete called out cheerfully.
trixie appeared to be absorbed in texting on her phone and did not look up right away.
she looked up as if surprised to see pete.
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