Memories from those years lay piled in the back seat. Surprised it all fit, she counted them...the safety awards, the framed appointment notices, mixed decorations and the scarecrow. Ah, the scare crow! He was left hanging on the flag pole one Halloween. She had kept him although his smile was a little creepy.
Driving into deep water, the tires began to lose traction. She thought so this is hydroplaning as she was thrown through the wind shield.
The PT Cruiser came to rest with no visible damage except for the missing wind shield.
They found her close by. She and the scarecrow lay as if embraced. Looking closer you could see the scarecrow's stake had impaled her.
At her feet, unmarred, lay her retirement award.
