Short narrative story
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Fiona had been working on her article for the magazine all week and was ecstatic to have finally finished it on Friday, late afternoon.
"Have a good night", said Rebekah, the receptionist at the front desk of interview magazine.
"You too", said Fiona with a wave of her hand.
All Fiona wanted to do was drive home to her countryside cottage for some much needed rest. Fiona was a beautiful woman. She was slim and medium height with hazel brown eyes and long, silky, brown hair which was put in a tight round bun, similar to a donut, on the top of her head.
She started the engine of her baby blue VW and was on her way home. She turned left on the highway and into a petrol station. After filling her car up, she turned back onto the highway. Her thoughts turned to her husband and the fact that he was out of town on business. This made her feel slightly apprehensive. Just then she noticed out of her rear vision mirror a white panel van that had been following her since she'd left the petrol station.
Dublin this time of year was dark and misty with non stop rain. As Fiona turned off the highway she was instantly presented by fields lined with thick, green grass and and roads lined with majestic oak trees, their leaves swaying in the heavy wind that the rain brought. Again, the white panel van was still behind her and seemed to be picking up speed. Fiona, she thought to herself, you're being paranoid! No sooner had she thought this, the van pulled up beside her. Inside the van she could see the man was portly and middle aged, with dark features and thick eyebrows. With a crazed look on his face he motioned to her to pull over. Fiona went numb with fear and felt physically sick. This can't be happening, she thought to herself. She stepped on the gas in an attempt to loose him, but he continued to follow and now began to beep his horn.
She fumbled for her phone.
"OUT OF RANGE!" She screamed.
She turned off to the gravel road that lead to her
Fiona had been working on her article for the magazine all week and was ecstatic to have finally finished it on Friday, late afternoon.
"Have a good night", said Rebekah, the receptionist at the front desk of interview magazine.
"You too", said Fiona with a wave of her hand.
All Fiona wanted to do was drive home to her countryside cottage for some much needed rest. Fiona was a beautiful woman. She was slim and medium height with hazel brown eyes and long, silky, brown hair which was put in a tight round bun, similar to a donut, on the top of her head.
She started the engine of her baby blue VW and was on her way home. She turned left on the highway and into a petrol station. After filling her car up, she turned back onto the highway. Her thoughts turned to her husband and the fact that he was out of town on business. This made her feel slightly apprehensive. Just then she noticed out of her rear vision mirror a white panel van that had been following her since she'd left the petrol station.
Dublin this time of year was dark and misty with non stop rain. As Fiona turned off the highway she was instantly presented by fields lined with thick, green grass and and roads lined with majestic oak trees, their leaves swaying in the heavy wind that the rain brought. Again, the white panel van was still behind her and seemed to be picking up speed. Fiona, she thought to herself, you're being paranoid! No sooner had she thought this, the van pulled up beside her. Inside the van she could see the man was portly and middle aged, with dark features and thick eyebrows. With a crazed look on his face he motioned to her to pull over. Fiona went numb with fear and felt physically sick. This can't be happening, she thought to herself. She stepped on the gas in an attempt to loose him, but he continued to follow and now began to beep his horn.
She fumbled for her phone.
"OUT OF RANGE!" She screamed.
She turned off to the gravel road that lead to her