by: Reg Khan

Kelly hated Driving home alone in the wee hours. Her paranoia worked overtime whenever she was behind the wheel past midnight-pedestrians became robbers, men on motorbikes became hired killers, and vans with tinted windows carried kidnap-for-ransom groups. Of course there were also the more relevant concerns like junked-up bus drivers, drunken teenagers and irate motorists with a gun in the glove compartment. These were the kind of encounters where you almost always expect someone to end up dead.

The hazards of driving alone after dark doubles for a woman. Biologically, women are easier prey for those with evil intentions. While Kelly was contemplating the myriad of evil intentions she could fall victim to on a deserted Road, she noticed a car with no headlights drive up behind her. She was suspicious at first but, when the car passed her, she just figured it was some idiot who didn't realize his headlights were off. When she watched the car zoom past, she got to think she was better off driving with one other car on the road ...even if the driver was an idiot. Kelly sped up to keep pace with the car. As she was driving alongside the car with no headlights Suddenly slowed down and trailed behind. Kelly decided to maintain her speed at 90kph. Pretty soon, the car was out of her view. Kelly's vehicle was the sole car on the road again.

As she was cruising, a cat suddenly crossed the street. Kelly stepped on the brakes and swerved to avoid the cat but she hit something else. Her car jolted forward. Shaken, Kelly reoriented herself and assessed the situation. Behind her was the car with no headlights. A man got out of the car. He went towards Kelly with furrowed brows and crooked lips. Kelly's heart was beating fast as the man approached her. He was mouthing off expletives and flailing his arms. Kelly stayed inside her car but the man banged on her hood, ordering her to come out. She needed to defend herself from this enraged man. She reached down her seat slowly till the tips of her fingers felt the baseball bat she kept handy at her side. The man banged on her hood again. Kelly opened her door and, as the man came towards her, swung her bat hitting him in the stomach. The guy bent over and she hit him at the back of his legs. He fell down on his knees, still cursing. She heaved once more and hit him on the head. He fell to the ground, prostrate, unconscious, blood trickling from his ear. Kelly just stared. This was one of the encounters where you almost always expect someone to end up dead.

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