A Play on WordsA Play on Words
By Loyal Scarlet
Just south of the U.S.-Canada border, on a deserted, two-lane highway in the woods, a lone SUV travels north in the fading daylight. Dark clouds covering the sky make the evening seem later than it actually is. The vehicle is currently occupied by four people, two male, and two female, yet when the occupants initially set out on their journey, they left with only three. We set the stage with an innocent situation about to take a turn for the worse.
Blake Sarsky: A small town police officer. He was invited to join his best friend on one of his frequent trips to Canada, and took him up on his offer. In return, he suggested that they use his nice big SUV, which has plenty of room for the extra people and luggage, and also insisted that he take the first shift of driving. They've been on the road for a few hours now.
Jason Fischer: Blake Sarsky's bilingual best friend. He has fa
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This is going to be a bad one, I mused to myself.
I gazed out at the gray expanse before me. The sky was dark with storm clouds ready to release their deluge. The ocean waves 25 feet below me were already beginning to look choppy, even though the storm was still many miles away from the coast. The wind was picking up already too, threatening to blow my skinny 13-year-old body backwards against the rocks. But I planted my feet and held my ground against the onslaught.
"Wouldn't want to be sailing in this," Andrew voiced aloud. Although he was the same age as me, he was already stockier, and had no trouble standing, as if it were only a gentle sea breeze buffeting him.
"You aren't kidding," I said. There was a flash of lightning in the distance, followed by a long pause and another low rumbling of thunder. Definitely a bad one.
I gazed at the choppy waters, mesmerized by their ebb and flow. Suddenly, a glint caught my eye, lit by another flash in the d