Date: Sun, 17 Nov 1996 07:58:21 -0600 From: Danny Lloyd Subject: Re: INT: (on another stretch of) Highway 41 Robyn H. wrote: -----snip---rip----whoops (paper cut - ouch)--- >Morgan got out of her car, carrying her purse and began to hike for >the nearest gas station. >Remembering that in order to control her personality change, she had to take >her medication, she popped the two pills in her mouth and chewed slowly. >Shirley couldn't return for another twelve hours. > >An hour later, Morgan was still walking. A little farthur ahead she saw an >old clunky car. It looked as if it had been there forever. But then, she >noticed a woman ahead of her about a quarter of a mile. > >(To Continue) > Danny (that's your's truly) writes: Morgan was glad to see another face on the road, and very relieved to know that her dangerous other-personality, Shirly, would be at bay awhile. She began to make out more of the woman's features as she slowly neared. The person sitting by the road appeared to be a disheveled and very tired young woman, apparently out-of-gas too. But this poor soul had obviously been there quite a while and still no ride. Morgan began to feel more depressed than ever, but somehow happy at the same time. At least she was not alone. Morgan called out to the woman, who now was about 100 feet away. "Hey you, you ok? Out of gas?" The other woman turned to see Morgan. "Yes, yes," she said, jumping up, a look of huge relief on her face. "I thought I was all alone out here." The two women now ran toward each other. Meanwhile, the noise of their happy meeting didn't go unheeded. Mark, who still paced back and forth just around the corner, suddenly became very aware he was not alone. And the stranger in the shadows off the road realized he was luckier than he could have dreamed. His eyes widened and his heart raced as he eagerly began to change his plans for the bloody evening to come. He would have to accomodate one more. --and still continuing-- ------------------------------ Once upon a time there was a planet called earth and people called humans. And a writers' list called the Writers' List. On this list were many writers. And writing was the theme of the list. And writing was the purpose of this list. There was also, within this list, a phenomenon known as the signature. And this signature often contained much profundity and wisdom. All this is not myth. It happened. Once upon a time.