“Thousands of people live in this town, and I had to run into him.
When I saw him there, on that busy street, those feelings came back again.”
Gillian parked her car at the side of the road and put a handful of
quarters in the
meter. She’d been hearing weather warnings constantly on the ride intotown
and knew she would have to hurry if she wanted to make it back to theresort
before the bad weather hit. They were even talking about thepossibility of
tornadoes. But, as Gillian got out of her car, the skies were sunny andblue,
so she wasn’t very concerned.
* * * * * *
Two hours later, Gillian walked out of the last of the five storesshe
had selected.The sky was no longer blue and it was now very apparent to her that
storms were on the way, soon to be there. The traffic had really picked up,
and it was obvious the beach go-ers had realized the same thing.
She walked to her car and got in, fastening her seat belt. Shestuck the
key in the ignition and turned, but instead of the gentle roar of theengine
she heard an awful chugging sound. She tried starting the car again andagain
with the same result. Finally, she got out and slammed the door behindher.
“Great,” Gillian said. “This is all I need. One dead car, one hugestorm on the
way.”
She didn’t much pay attention when she heard a car close behind her
beeping it’s horn. After all, traffic was heavy and people werestarting to
get annoyed.
“Damn it,” Gillian muttered as she felt a fat rain drop fall on her forehead.
Again she heard the horn and from the corner of her eye saw a carpull in behind
her from the street. She turned around to see who it was - a jerk orperhaps
a goodSamaritan? When she did see who was behind the wheel, her heart allbut
stopped.
“My God,” she said, shakily. “Ryan.”
“And still, the world stood still.
I couldn’t move and all I could feel was this aching in my heart sayingI
loved him still.”
Reba McEntire“And Still”
