My baby screams in her seat. The big trucker and I cannot open the door. The engine fire reaches our ankles.
The window shatters outward. Straps unbuckle. My baby floats into my arms, saved.
My eyes see the young woman. Taking off his MAGA hat, the trucker is dumbfounded as the teen clad in a domino mask and hijab speaks to me.
“Is she okay?”
Words fail me. I nod to reply.
Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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