Help Arrives

The latch clicked and the hood bounced slightly upwards, indicating it was ready to be raised. As Rog got out of the car and headed to release the catch on the hood to finish raising it, he absently pushed up his sleeves, Instinctively, this was a sign that concentration or hard work would soon follow. Rog was not quite sure what he would do. He knew little about cars, but he could make a good show of it to the passing traffic. Perhaps a kindly person would stop and offer assistance or at least offer the use of a personal cell phone. As he lifted the hood and fixed it open, he accessed that indeed the motor was still in the car. All looked complicated, but as it should, he though. Perhaps he should check the oil. His father always seemed to check the oil level in everyone's car. He was rather obsessive about it. Maybe that was where Penny got some of her quirks.

Yes, he could find the dipstick, but what to wipe it on? He checked his pockets, but all he could come up with was a brochure for a jewelry store. That would have to do. There was something apropos about using the paper from the weary journey of the morning to help him move forward at this time.

As he slowly drew out the dipstick, traffic slacked off. It was as though everyone on the road knew he might need assistance, so they avoided driving by. He wiped off the dipstick oblivious to the pending doom of being a stranded motorist.

The breeze ruffled through his hair, startling him slightly. It had felt like cold fingers brushing the hair out of his eyes. He realized he was getting cold or perhaps just a little more nervous.

The sudden honking of a passing car, almost caused him to jump up and hit his head on the hood, but he was able to laugh at this paranoid reaction. He began to wonder if it would be better to just start walking and abandon the car, but that did not feel right.

Finally, when he was about to lose all hope of help, it appeared that a car was slowing down just a bit in front of him. As he watched it crawl towards him, out of the corner of his eye, he thought he saw a dark shape run behind his car. Before he could walk around to the back of his car to see, the car that had been approaching reached him. It was an older car and an older man who rolled the window down and asked if he needed any assistance.

"Maybe," Rog replied, "Can't seem to get her started again."

"Maybe you just need a jump. Do you have cables?" the man asked.

"No, I don't think so."

"Well, I do. Give me a second and I'll see what we can do," the driver said as he began to back up his ancient vehicle and parked facing Rog's car. Rog was so intent in watching the man connect the cables from car to car, and so full of hope that this would work, that he did not see the dark figured that climbed in the backseat of his ride.


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