"Next stop," Trisha said as she put the car into gear,
"Lake Champlain, right?"
"Burlington," Amanda said as she checked her phone maps
and texted the link of the location to Trisha.
Trisha used the link in her texts to set her Phone's GPS. Then
they were off.
Trisha, to Amanda's surprise, had a license. Amanda kept a
non-drivers ID on her since she never really needed to drive. She never had a
job to work for someone else, and the only places she would go while living in
Vermont was to school or church.
They drove to what seemed like forever. Amanda watched the trees
rush by as she felt her apprehension growing. She didn’t know what to expect
when they got there.
She was hoping that some memory would come to her. Instead, she
felt the dreaded “twinge” that announced an oncoming migraine. Rummaging
through her bag to find painkillers, she realized that she may not have
remembered to put them back into her bag after cleaning it out. It had been a
long while since she had a migraine, so she never thought to check.
“We're here,” Trisha said and she pulled the car to the side of
Amanda looked up. Most roads in Vermont, the shoulders were
narrow. In Scenic roads, however, there was the occasional dirt pull-off, put
there by the state so people can pull over and enjoy the view.
“It's further up the road,” Amanda said.
“Yeah, I know, but I bet there's not one of these dirt areas for a
few miles past the location. We'll have to walk.” Trisha got out, opened the
passenger door, and grabbed Amanda's hand. “C'mon! It's not far. It'll be fun!”
Amanda stepped out of the car, grabbed her phone, and closed the
door. Trisha turned to lock the car doors.
“Yeah,” Amanda said facetiously, “We don't want the mosquitoes
flying away with our stuff.”
Trisha's mood suddenly turned dark. “Well,” she mumbled, “You
never know.” A moment passed then Trisha said happily, “Let's go!”
“Um, okay,” Amanda said and followed Trisha up the road. She
always thought Trisha to be a bit eccentric, but even this was a little out of
character even for her.
As they were walking, Amanda noticed that the twinge was gone and
she has no migraine. This happens once in a while and she was glad she was
lucky enough for it to not happen this time. She forgot to repack the
painkillers after all.
What she didn't notice, however, is the black sedan pulling up
behind their rental.