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L. Keehn

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Last online: May 2019

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The Wrong Turn Rest Stop

  A splash of water awoke me.  Opening my eyes I could feel a rocking motion as I tried to lift myself but my face was stuck to a curved wooden surface.  Raising my head sent a rush of searing pain as my cheek pulled loose leaving skin on the blood soaked surface.  As I opened my eyes all was total darkness. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, to think, confusion overwhelmed me as my hand reached to my forehead.  If it wasn’t for the gash above my eye and the dried blood crusted down my forehead and across my eyelid and down my cheek odds favored I was in the midst of some crazy dream but the throbbing pain felt more like a nightmare. 

  I felt around me, I was in a rowboat I could sense more than see the waves splashing against the side of the small boat.  A wave of dizziness flushed my brain as I crawled in the boat feeling for something, anything that was a clue to why I was here, wherever here was.  To the East I could see the slightest sliver of the moon hiding behind a layer of clouds giving its tiniest reflection off waves that seemed to go as far as the eye can see in every direction.  I could feel a rush of panic overtaking my body.  This was all so very wrong and made no sense.  It was not so much where I was at, which was freaking me out, but the last thing can remember was pulling into a Truck Stop just North of New Orleans and walking towards the restroom to relieve myself and the worst part…leaving my wife with my 16 year old daughter and her twin brother alone in the SUV.  Speaking out-loud to myself, I said, “get yourself under control Jeff freaking out will do no one any good.”  My attempt at gaining confidence was altered by the sudden unnatural noise splashing in the water, the sound of movement and the sound of something very big circling around my boat.  The clouds parted for an instant revealing the faintest of shoreline at least five to seven miles in either directions to my sides and straightaway over five times that distance with nothing visible but the surface of water into the horizon.  Even more bothersome was the two pairs of eyes that were gliding on the surface of the water near my boat.

  I laid down in the boat trying to calm myself and stay out of view of what appeared to be to very large alligators.  I knew there was very few lakes this large in the entire United States.  It was the middle of the night and it was still warm my thoughts flashed back a decade earlier when I vacationed with classmates in Florida and where several people in past few years had died from the Gators who called Lake Okeechobee home.  The lake was 35 miles long and half the size of my home State of Rhode Island.  While thinking this it made zero sense because yesterday, I hope it was just yesterday, I was 600 miles from the Everglades and Lake Okeechobee.  Adrenalin flooded me again as I could hear my wife’s voice when we pulled off the Highway I-610 into Mardi Gras 2 Truck Stop saying, ‘Jeff isn’t this the place where that trucker lady was murdered’ my daughter echoing her with they did not find her body for three days all slashed up and left in the cab of her semi.  My son coming quickly to my defense, hey, Dad knows what he’s doing you two are acting like wuses and then my retort everyone relax we are only going to be here a few minutes let’s take a bathroom break and we will be back on the highway.

  Some things I do now know for certain.  I did not know what I getting myself and my family into.  We definitely were not back on the Highway heading into New Orleans and I did not keep my family safe.  I am not in Louisiana anymore but inside a boat with no paddles floating on an alligator infested lake miles from any shoreline.  I now have way more questions than answers.  There is one more very major thing I do know.  That I am going to get my family back and whoever did this is going to find out what ‘payback time’ means and it will happen big time. This is one of those times you hear about when some crazies pick on the wrong person.  Well I am that wrong person they may not know it yet but they will soon because our roles have switched and they have now become the prey.



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