“BOBBY!”
The young man opened his eyes just in time. He jerked the wheel to the left and the car swerved back onto the Thruway. If he hadn’t, he would have met a forest of oaks and pines dead-on at seventy-five miles an hour.
Heart hammering, breaths coming in bursts, he turned off at the next exit and then pulled over.
“My God, my God, my God…” he repeated over and over.
When he stepped out of the car and checked his watch, it read 3:17 AM. It was still pitch black out. Clouds blanketed the moon and stars.
Bobby drank the cool autumn air in gulps, and eventually, he was able to come to terms with what he saw. There was no mistaking her. He could see her icy blue eyes, silver hair, and red glasses clearly in his mind.
Even in death, his grandmother still watched over him.
Thank you for reading “Asleep at the Wheel” — I hope you enjoyed it.
Have a great week. Safe travels to you, wherever you may go!
Once a Granny, always a Grandma forever! Love the twist at the end. I was expecting a guardian angel. But, Grandmas definitely qualify. 😁
“drank the air in gulps...” marvelous!