It’s probably time I finished the rewrites on this one and made it presentable.



He noticed the rattle trap car as soon as it pulled behind him on the main drag in town.  The car was a long way back when he got to his driveway.  Mitch reached his front door and heard the ragged strains of Sweet Home Alabama blasting from a tinny car stereo, then came the noise of a creaking and rumbling junk car before he saw it rattle noisily into his driveway and clunk to a stop.  The motor choked dead but the radio blared on as the door screeched open.  Before he heard her first scream, he knew it was Linda.