THE RECIPE, Each One Is Different
They’re after me. They’re watching me. I can feel it. I can feel their breath on my face, my hands. I am afraid to turn around and check to discover if my intuition is correct, so I just keep running down the road. Why did I have to have car trouble in the middle of the night? In the country? On a deserted country road? I’ve been driving for decades. Never had one problem in all that time. Why now? Why tonight? I am so panicked, I don’t even remember how it all started. All I remember is just running in a panic.
The wet asphalt road beneath my feet goes on in front of me like one of those hamster cage wheels. There doesn’t seem to be any end to it. No sign of houses or cabins on the side of the road, no sigh of group mailbox stations, no sign of a driveway of any sort……just road. The thick trees and shrubs in the dark seem to be closing in on me, and yet I can always just see ahead of me well enough to keep on the road, and not fall into the ditch that follows the roadside. The wet darkness smells like lasagna. Why does it smell like that?!
I don’t understand why I am wearing these stupid shoes? How did I get into these shoes? These red flats? I don’t think I have owned a pair of red flats since I was in college. Why can I run so fast, and yet these flats are not falling off my feet? This would have been a good time for at least a pair of mary janes. But, what a stupid thing to think about at a time like this. I have to keep running and I don’t even know where I am running to or from whom. I just KNOW I have to keep running away from them. They are chasing me….watching me from above. This constant observation feels so evil, so creepy….no privacy. If they catch me, something terrible will happen……and it won’t be pretty…….not pretty terrible…….Oh God, how is it I am thinking all these stupid things at a time like this? Where is my cell phone when I need it? I must have dropped my handbag somewhere. I don’t have it. How could I have dropped my handbag? My cross-body bag. It has all my stuff in it. Girl stuff. Safety stuff. Snack stuff. Boy I could go for a little snack bar right now. Something chocolatey and peanutty. Just a snack for a hungry runner, when “you are running low on energy”……isn’t that what they say in the commercial?