One January Morning, Part 8

Morgan’s car sat now at a stop light, its directional on, its driver waiting to turn the wheel and hurtle onto the highway. That she’d been rescued by someone with a means of conveyance and with too little brain to see what he had coming to him in exchange for his good deed, that had seemed quite fortuitous to young Morgan the Pirate. But now, now as she watched a police cruiser slowing as it passed her on the other side of the road, now it seemed as if every blessing were indeed a curse. The cop slowed his vehicle to a crawl, staring over at Morgan, but she did not flinch. No, she kept both hands on the wheel and her one good eye focused on the road in front of her. And, for a moment, she thought that might be enough, that he might simply be checking her out. But it was no good. A moment later, his car flashed its blues and Morgan was left with no choice but to cut through oncoming traffic and make for the on-ramp.

To be continued…

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