One January Morning, Part 5

When he reached his car, Morgan found there was a decision to make. Dear Elizabeth and gentle Jennifer had not made their way back here yet—had not smashed in his windows as he had imagined they might—and, therefore, their matching paisley knapsacks were still strewn across the back seat. A gust of wind hammered the small car, shaking it to and fro as Morgan lay the lady pirate in his arms atop his trunk and then fumbled with his keys. It shook him, too, as he removed the bags of his ladies fair and deposited them on the pavement, in the next parking spot over. The wind howled through the empty lot as if God himself were trying to send a message. But Morgan did not listen. Instead, he looked upon the helpless lass that lay upon his car and decided that, as Jennifer and Elizabeth could still walk, the choice he had made was the only sensible choice of them all. Not really even a decision. He deposited the shivering body of the drenched damsel in the backseat, got behind the wheel, and drove away.

To be continued…


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