Friday evening, Bridge City, Texas
Friday evening, Bridge City, TexasThe frantic whap whap of the wipers against the windshield matched the pounding beat of Georgia"s heart. The water ran down the glass in torrents, making visibility near impossible. She"d left the lights of Bridge City, Texas behind her moments before. Lightning strikes lit up the dark night sky, while deafening claps of thunder added to her already frayed nerves. Why did I insist on driving tonight?
whap whapWhy did I insist on driving tonight?The weather report predicted rain, not this sudden torrential storm. She adjusted her seat to support her back muscles; aching from leaning forward to peer through the distorted glass. The lights from an approaching semi truck blinded her momentarily. The tires of the truck hit a
