From In Spirit by Tara Beagan (Playwrights Canada Press)
Don’t usually see many people we don’t know on the road. He said he was lost. Couldn’t hear him at first; he seemed almost a bit scared. So then I got off my bike and walked closer to hear him.She mimes stepping off her bike, handlebars still in hand. I know I’m not supposed to. Know what I thought, though? I thought, “Oh, geez, this guy’s gonna try to steal my darn bike, and I only just got it.” Thought I was being real smart, leaving it further from that car. She sets the handlebars down with a jarring clunk that jogs a memory. Truck. Anyways, he was saying he’s lost. Said he was trying to get back to town. Tried to explain to him where it was he was going, but he seemed confused. Said if I could just help him get back onto the main highway— said he could bring me back to my bike if I showed him myself, in his car—truck. She sees the front tire, where it rests. She picks it up, which sparks a memory. VIDEO: Full screen: interior of truck footage.SOUND: Radio tuning long, landing, tuning, then gone.I did not want to do that. You don’t get into a stranger’s truck, and he . . . She quickly grabs the tire and holds it firmly with two hands. She holds it up, peering through it. She rotates it in the air, emulating the tuning radio dial and the steering wheel. VIDEO: Full screen: the truck driving onto a dirt road. . . . after that, it changed.Everything. That man . . . something. VIDEO: Full screen: sun peering through the tops of trees.* * *The Author