Driving With The Devil

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I was beginning to question my own sanity the longer I stayed with him. His smile, his gentle, persuasive tone, all of it was beginning to lull me into a false sense of safety. It mattered little that I knew better, that I knew he was a cunning, silver tongued devil. His words were seeping into my very marrow, penetrating my sense of preservation. Run with him for a little while. That's all I thought it would take. Agree to go with him, so he left my family and those innocent diners alone. Now he was weaving such a pretty tale, and warping my memories of the past few hours. What had happened to that family we'd picked up? I can remember sliding over to let the man and his son in the back with me, and I can remember the pleasantries that were passed between us and them, but that's all I can recall. Did they survive? I was supposed to make sure they survived, but I can't even remember the sun setting and the darkness falling. It must be nearly midnight now. Again, this is part of a dream I had. I wrote another snippet earlier. I may or may not write a third piece.