3:27 Rt 30 Grafton Ma
The fiery blast kicked the rear of the van up. When the back tires touched the ground all the rubber was gone; it was metal on melted asphalt. She was pretty sure she was going to be burned alive. She wasn't scared. She was angry. More angry when the dragon swept down and tore the roof of the van completely off. She ducked just in time to keep her head, neck and torso where it belonged.
In her rear view mirror, through the smoke and sparks, she could see the thing was flying low and shooting down the road like a missile. She couldn't see RTJ, but but if he was still hanging on it's neck he would be close to the road. Close enough....
She she got in the car fast. To the right then to the left, steadying the chard heep and then spun the wheel to meet the thing head on.
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