Today I am linking up with Mama Kat for her Writer’s Workshop.
The Prompt: Did you create a list of 22 things you’ve done in your life last week? This week, choose one item from your list and elaborate! We want the story.
This is the story of how I pulled a stranger out of a car engulfed in flames.
Highway 101. San Luis Obispo.
Thanksgiving week, 2000.
Nirvana’s “Drain You” playing from the speakers of the Dodge Ram.
One baby to another said
I’m lucky to have met you…
A glow coming from down the embankment.
The lyrics burning into my brain.
“KEN! There’s a car on fire! Pull over!”
I don’t care what you think
Unless it is about me…
Jumping out of the truck before it made a complete stop.
Running down the Cuesta Grade.
The glow getting larger. Hotter.
It is now my duty to completely drain you…
Dry brush and flames surrounding an unrecognizable vehicle.
Running to the driver’s side.
I travel through a tube
And end up in your infection…
With the feeling of panic setting in, I took a closer look. Was there someone thrown outside the vehicle? Who was driving this car?
That’s when I saw a man inside.
He was slumped over to the right, into the passenger side; the driver side foot well was crumpled into his lap.
I tromped through the brush, around the back of the car and over to the passenger side. The car was a convertible and there wasn’t much left of it. The rag top was completely torched.
Adrenaline is a funny thing. It wipes out your thinking and causes you to act.
Adrenaline is what enabled me to lean into a car engulfed in flames, grab a stranger by the back of the shirt, and pull him out without being burned myself.
Two men ran down the embankment and they were followed by Ken, who brought the fire extinguisher from our boat. They helped me carry the stranger away from his car and lay him down in the brush before quickly deciding to pick him up again and carry him to the side of the freeway.
Pieces of the car littered the 101.
Judging by the bumper, our best guess was a Camaro.
The men carefully set him down with his head in my lap as I checked his pulse and breathing. A weak pulse and shallow, labored breaths had me worried about this stranger’s fate.
He reeked of alcohol.
His left leg was completely fractured and bone protruded from his ripped and burned pants. His wrist was also completely broken in half.
He moaned between breaths.
The lyrics rung in my ears.
With eyes so dialated
I’ve become your pupil…
“You’re going to be okay… hang in there, buddy…”
You taught me everything
Without a poison apple…
“Keep breathing. You’re going to be fine. Hear the ambulance?”
The water is so yellow
I’m a healthy student…
“Is that a Camaro? You did a number on that thing! Here comes the firetruck to put it out…”
Indebted and so grateful
Vacuum out the fluids.
Telling the unconscious stranger he would be okay.
Knowing it was a lie.