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I took a deep breath before I stepped out in the open. No cars in sight right now. As soon as I had hoisted my skirt a bit up and put a hand on my hip to keep it there, I was ready. I began waving my thumb in the air. Steady now!
The only thing I had been able to grab when I ran off was the briefcase. I had wiped it thoroughly with my denim jacket which was so stained and torn that I had to dump it in a ditch anyway. I pricked up my ears. Was that a twig which snapped?
A couple of cars shot past. Discreetly I rubbed my face with a Kleenex. I reeked of sweat and had an acrid taste of blood in my mouth, but they wouldn´t be able to see that. I just had to get a lift, because I couldn´t walk another ten feet.
Swish. Swiii… Iiiiih.
Finally! The rusty van pulled in with grating brakes, and I hobbled forward lest the driver should change his mind. I reached for the door handle. Right then the door in the back slid open.