The Stuff Nightmares Are Made Of

I’m truly innocent

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The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own but it was a reflection that the rest of the world is convinced is me.

I’m on the run from the law and yet I’ve done nothing wrong.

It all started when I was travelling from Perth to Broome for a much awaited vacation and relaxation trip of a lifetime. I had only driven a couple of hours from Perth when I noticed a young lady standing on the side of the road with her thumb out. The universal sign for hitchhiking.

I pulled over and she raced up to the passenger side window, leaned in with a smile and asked, “Where you heading to tiger?”

I let her know I was heading to Kalbarri this first leg on my trip and she jumped in and settled in the front passenger seat.

“Works for me,” she replied.

I pulled back onto the highway and continued down the road. We chatted some. I told her my plans and she explained she was travelling but with no definite destination in mind. Where she’d end up nobody knows.

We drove for a couple of hours and was nearing our destination when I glanced in the rear view mirror to see a yellow Camaro racing up behind me. I could see a male behind the wheel and he seemed to be in a hurry. The Camaro pulled out and…