Crank (Crank 1)

Goosebumps popped out like

disturbed wasps.

How much would he notice?

How much more would he guess?

(And how much did guesses count?)

He Got Out of His Car

Evening, young lady.

His flashlight found my face,

concentrating on my eyes.

Kind of late to be out al

one.

My mouth felt paralyzed.

All I could do was nod.

Going somewhere important?

I drew a deep breath. Exhaled

slowly. “Just to a friend’s.”

Do you realize it’s after curfew?

I wanted to say something

smart. What I said was, “It is?”

Do your parents know you’re out?

Parents? Couldn’t involve them!

“Th …they’re out of town.”

I see. Then I can’t take you home.

Yes! He couldn’t take me home.

Relief segued into apprehension.

Looks like I’ll have to take you in.

In? Where was “in”?

He couldn’t mean jail?

Tsk. Wittenberg isn’t a good place …

Juvenile hall? I was dead!