‘I don’t know what to do about it,’ he said, glancing at the rearview mirror to make eye contact with the pale young woman in the back seat. ‘I ought to tell him why he’s wrong, you know, but I don’t want to lose my job.’
He had just driven across the old bridge over the River Lost on his way into town, going slow because there were often animals in the road after dark, and he hated running things over. Suddenly all this work related stuff flooded into his mind and he just wanted to tell someone. The passenger gazed back at him and said nothing.
‘No, you’re right,’ he said. ‘I have to keep my mouth shut. I can’t afford to get fired, but I’d just like to tell him what I think of him. When I find a new job, after I’ve got a reference, then I’ll tell him.’
He glanced into the mirror. She gazed back at him.
‘No,’ he said, ‘you’re right. I’m never going to say word. I don’t have the guts.’
He smiled ruefully. The outskirts of town came up. He looked into the rearview mirror, but there was no-one there. After a moment of confusion he realised that of course there was no-one there. He must just have imagined a passenger because he needed to get all that anger and frustration off his chest.
As the motorcyclist rode across the bridge over the River Lost, he felt her arms tighten around his waist.
‘I’m glad you’re there,’ he thought. ‘I really missed you.’
She squeezed him a little more and he felt comforted. he could feel her arms around him, her body against his back, her slight weight altering the performance of the bike. Not alone after all.
As the street lights of the town approached the feeling faded until she was no longer there. He choked up.
‘I miss her so much, I imagined her with me,’ he thought. ‘I’ll call her, ask her to forgive me. No— I’ll write her a letter. Better that way, to get down exactly how I feel.’
‘I just had to get out,’ said Prim, ‘even if it did mean walking three miles on a dark road to get home. I’m so glad you’re here. It’s better to have someone to walk with.’
The river rushed by under the bridge and the pale woman walking by Prim’s side smiled.
‘I expect you feel the same,’ said Prim. ‘Walking in daylight is one thing, but at night you just think every car has a mad rapist at the wheel, don’t you? And I’ve had enough of creeps for one night. I swear, I’ll never go on a blind date again.’
They walked on in silence. Prim admired the shimmering dress her companion wore, just like flowing water.
‘That’s a beautiful dress. Been to a party, I suppose? Aren’t you cold, though?’
The woman smiled.
‘Well, It’s a warm enough night,’ said Prim.
The first of the street lights were just coming up. ‘Almost there,’ said Prim, but her companion had gone. Prim assumed that she lived in one of the houses they had just passed, but thought a goodbye would have been nice.
A woman was in the lorry cab next to him. She appeared as they went over the bridge, and It was all Will could do not to slam on the brakes. She was pale, wearing a thin silky dress and she was dripping wet.
‘Are you all right?’ he asked, though he could not understand where she’d come from. Had she been hiding in the back of the cab?
It seemed to him that she was asking if he was all right.
‘I’m fine,’ he said. ‘Never better. But what about you —.’
There was no-one there. He pulled over and stopped. There was no-one there. The seat was perfectly dry, too. He sat for a minute or two, his heart racing.
‘There was no-one there. I imagined it,’ he thought. ‘Why?’
Will drove on, but the vision of the pale woman and her silken clothes flowing with water would not leave him for days.
Ron gripped the steering wheel of his car and tried not to think, not to remember what had just happened.
It had not happened. He would take the car through the car wash first thing tomorrow and forget all about it. A moment’s distraction, that was all it was. Could have happened to anyone. But it did not happen.
He was just driving across the bridge when he knew he had a passenger. In the rearview mirror she looked at him, blood and water running down her face. Panic took him, and he braked too hard, the car struck the kerb, tipped and rolled over and over. Darkness.
Flashing lights, a policeman looking in at him, the car door opening. He tried to look around, but his neck hurt.
‘Stay still,’ the policeman said. ‘The ambulance will be here soon. You shouldn’t move.’
‘What happened to her?’ Ron said.
The police spent some time looking. They noticed the blood on the radiator and the bonnet of the car.
‘Could be a deer?’ said the policeman.
His partner took a flashlight and searched the bridge, back to where the skid marks began, but she found nothing. She looked over the bridge, down into the river, and for a moment she saw a woman beneath the water, pale and fluid, dark hair trailing in the current, but when she shone her light into the river, there was only water weed streaming with the flow.
A different ambulance sped past them, and reports of a hit and run incident followed over the radio.
As she walked back to the accident, the police officer saw, from the corner of her eye, a woman standing on the bridge, pale and cold, water streaming from her hair. The officer knew that if she turned to look there would be no-one there, but she also knew that the river woman was watching.
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