Fleeing along the slippery road at a great rate of knots after the scary encounter at the Contention Roadhouse Garry and Julia come to a steep hill, zoom up and coast down the other side, up and coast down a second steep hill. On the crest of the third steep hill their headlights fix upon an Orange Mist spread across the road at the bottom of the hill.
Now what's going on?, asks Julia.
Crikey that's very queer to come across Orange Mist in the middle of the bush could be a form of chemical gas, replies Garry.
I doubt it but i'm not surprised after all we've run into today this town of Contention is really weird.
Do ya want to keep going or turn back?.
Keep going what have we got to lose except our sanity.
Piercing the Orange Mist Garry and Julia's 4wd starts to cough and splutter then almost conks out. At the same instant the Orange Mist makes it way through the dashboard vents and Julia's open window creeping silently into their mouthes and noses causing psychodelic hallucinations of all colours and shapes along with abnormal creatures from another dimension.
Are you eyeballing what i'm eyeballing?. asks Julia.
Yeah!, its freaking me out big time, its without a doubt some form of chemical gas not of this world, replies Garry.
Wait a minute the Orange Mist seems to be drifting away because the psychodelic hallucinations are far and few between.
Crikey you're spot on it is drifting away and becoming less potent.
Bursting through the dense bush are a mob of seven foot tall albino turtles and they scurry upright on deformed human like limbs across the slippery road at the same time keeping there bright piercing pink eyes glued to the 4wd heading straight for them. Each albino turtle has huge razor sharp triangle teeth and they in their deformed human like limbs are ak-47 machine guns, rocket launches, hand guns and strapped to their albino shells are hand grenades and various other ammo in pouches.
Without warning Garry stamps down hard on the brake pedal causing all four wheels to lock up on the slippery road surface sending the 4wd into a 360 degree spin slides off the road slamming sideways into a channel spraying mud, stones, weeds and litres of putried water through the air along with the 4wd. After a few seconds pass everything comes back down to earth with a loud splat except for the 4wd which rolls twice and on the third roll gently kisses a very ancient redgum tree with its roof.
Lucky to be alive with only minor cuts, abrasions and bruising Garry and Julia crawl through the open passenger side window and jump down to the muddy ground.
What kind of driving do ya call that, you could have killed us both you idiot, just look at our brand new 4wd its a write off, screams Julia slumping to her knees onto the muddy ground sobbing.
Just be grateful we didn't end up as dinner for the mob of albino turtles about to scurry across the road, replies Garry.
Albino turtles?, what are you raving on about i didn't see a mob of albino turtles you are definitely losing your marbles.
I must've been hallucinating because they are nowhere to be seen like the Orange Mist.
During this emotional out burst Garry and Julia didn't notice a tilt-a-tray tow truck had pulled up and is shining one of three powerful spotlights mounted on its roof on them.
You folks ok over there?, asks Tara the driver who's also a female body builder with muscles on top of her muscles.
Yeah we're fine apart from some scratches, abrasions and bruising, says Garry.
How come you knew we were here?, asks Julia.
Around this time of the year the Orange Mist leaches out of the ground followed by a mob of albino turtles you seen them didn't ya that's why you both ended up over there.
Ya not wrong, replies Garry.
Ok i'll get you folks out of there and on your way sadly your 4wd is a write off.
Tara walks over to the crumpled wreckage with cable and hook in hand, grabs hold of the 4wd and gives it an almighty shove so it lands on all four wheels threads the cable and hook through its towing loops, winches the crumpled wreckage on to the tilt-a-tray, chains all four wheels to the tray and says, all is secure climb aboard and lets make tracks out of here with that all three pile into the cabin and trundle off down the road.
(c) 2011 Windsmoke.