Harriet held herself completely still, afraid to move, aware of pain and worse than pain: complete and abject terror. Whatever cradled her, some kind of metal framework she concluded, reaching out a tentative finger to touch, rocked and shivered precariously under her, frightening her so much that she could scarcely breathe. There was something else, its weight heavy on her chest and in the moments of consciousness she explored that too. Gradually, thankfully, she recognized her handbag and there, tucked in the bag’s front pocket and blessedly easy to reach, sat her phone.The darkness came and went, along with fragments of memory. Driving down the track, an impression of danger screaming down on her, then silence and the fearful rocking.‘My head hurts.’ Harriet struggled to turn away from the bright light shining down on her. What was happening? Where…? ‘No,’ she whispered. ‘I’m not going to say it….’ But she did, anyway. ‘Where am I?’ Damn! ‘I was in the car….’ A soothing voice hushed her.
