My Name Is Lloyd
"Look there's someone walking up ahead, and it's freezing outside," Janet said."I'll ask him if he needs a ride." Tom slowed the pickup
"I'll ask him if he needs a ride." Tom slowed the pickup down and idled along beside the man. "Hey, You need a ride?"
"Sure," he answered, climbing in as Janet moved to the middle. "My name is Lloyd." He smiled.
"Where you headed?"
"I'll show you the way."
Tom followed Lloyd's directions, but they were headed into a wooded area; it was getting dark.
"Lloyd, are you sure this is the right way, buddy?
"Yeah, turn right here."
Tom took the next road to the right, slamming on the brakes as he realized it was a dead end.
"We're here," Lloyd said, pushing a pistol barrel into Jan's temple.
Jan whimpered as she tugged Tom's sleeve.
"What the Hell are you doing?"
"I want both of you out of the truck. Don't try to be a hero or your girl is dead."
They all slowly slid out of the truck. Lloyd threw Tom some rope, "Tie up your girlfriend, then it's your turn."
Tom began binding Jan's hands behind her back when he saw a large tree limb lying on the ground in front of him. He slowly rose up with the limb in hand and hurled it at Lloyd, striking him in the arm. The gun fell to the ground. Tom raced toward it, skidding across the ground as Lloyd reached down. Both had their hands on the gun, struggling to be in control. Jan screamed as the two rolled in the grass wrestling for the pistol.
A single shot rang out in the darkness.
An elderly couple was driving home later that night when they saw a truck parked along the road with the hood up.
"George, some poor soul has broken down in this damp weather. Maybe we should offer him a ride," Mary said with a furrowed brow.
George pulled over to the side of the road. "Hey young fella, You need a ride?"
"Sure!" he called back, running to the car. He slid into the back seat and smiled. "My name is Lloyd."