by Maxine Headd

Created on: January 24, 2009   Last Updated: February 06, 2009

My Narrow escape from a Rapist

It was a beautiful Fall day in the Southeast Missouri countryside where I lived. I was only sixteen and last night at Church I had met a new piano player. She had played the piano beautifully at Church that evening, and I wanted to spend some time with her. I wanted to go to her home today and practice my playing on the piano a little with her. The only way that I could go was to walk and it was a total of seven miles across the back roads to her house. Dad had no gas in the car and I doubted if he would take me there anyway. So I told Mom and Dad where I was going to go and I left the safety of my house.

I was in a great mood and the sun was warm and shining. As I walked those seven miles I had no worries of anything, and no idea of how important this day was going to become to me later on that evening. The sand of the roadway began to pile up in the tops of my shoes, so I took them off and carried them in my hands. I was light hearted and it felt good to be out walking. The fence rolls were full of the last of the fall flowers, and there was an abundance of falllike end of summery smells to walk through on my way. I could smell columbine, some roses, and a very faint smell of blackberry bushes.

I'd had a terribly good time today at katy's house where I had spent the entire afternoon. I knew that I would need to start back home before it became too dark to see my way. I also had to walk through lonely back fields of cotton and soybeans, with sandy dirt roads all by myself. When I had left my friend's house, I knew it was going to be dark before I could get back home. I wished that I could have my dad come and get me. We had no telephone to call him. I had no way to reach him in order for him to come and get me.

I'd a good time when I was with the piano player, but it was getting toward four o'clock and I knew I wasn't going to get home in time for supper. I also knew that my Mother would hold the beans and biscuits for me, and I could sit down in the kitchen and warm them up again. Hot beans and biscuits sounded good to me. I hadn't eaten since my early breakfast of eggs and coffee that morning. I could already smell the coffee just thinking about it. But I knew I was in for another long walk and so I started to hurry my way home.

Katy had really played good on the piano. We had been playing the piano and singing gospel songs all afternoon. She could sing and play a lot better than I could. I wanted her to give me some tips on playing

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