You are so creepy! I love it! I've read this story and Tin Box so far. I have a few suggestions on this one, if I may?
The gas station was one of those all-in-one, pump-and-rest stops strategically located every forty or fifty miles along desolate stretches of highway - the kind of place where the main building serves as garage/restaurant/convenience store, offering every amenity to passing travellers. The kind of place where one could purchase gas, an order of burger and fries to go, and even cold beer and live bait from the same giant cooler in the back of the crowded store.
- You're setting the scene here, I realize, but these sentences are a bit clunky. They sdon't flow well, and I had to re-read in oreder to get the full idea.
On my way north to spend the holidays with my mother, I hadn’t pulled off the highway on this late and chilly Christmas Eve afternoon for any of those things.
- same thing here. Maybe break this into 2 sentences or change the order like "I hadn't pulled off the higway, which was taking me north to my mother's house on this chilly Cristmas Eve, for any of those things. I know that's kind of clunky too, but play around with it.
They abruptly stopped when they landed on the front page of The Times, the newspaper I had worked for in the city, piled high by the register.
-A couple of things here: First I thought "They" was referring to the colored lights, not the eyes, until I re-read. Second, this sentence reads that the front page of the Times was piled high by the register. Third, I think you can remove "the newspape I had worked for..." as you mention it again (more efectively) two paragraphs below.
And how would I carry on, I wondered, without my job?
-This seems out of place and unnecessary here. When we learn that she is the killer, this is not the reason for it. Keep the focus of her anger on the incident from her past.{c}
“That poor *******… pardon my French, but that’s some bad way to go, man,” he said with a continuous shake of his balding head. “Shot right in the chest, wasn’t he?”
-I particularly like this bit of dialog very real.{c}
“God****** pick-ups,” I muttered...
-Too much forshadowing. Right here I deduced who the killer was.{c}
And white smoke was pouring from under the hood of my sage-green ‘92 Toyota Tercel.
-I don't know why, but the "sage-green" part of this feels out of place. Too much exposition, maybe?{c}
He laughed as he beat me with his fists, held a hunting knife to my throat,
-How many hands does he have? :) {c}
I was still smiling as I walked around the front of the truck to the passenger side, opened the door, and pulled myself up into the cab. Heat blasted my face as I closed the door and leaned back against the seat.
-Nice imagery. I felt the heat hit my face too.{c}
Just like the others.
-We get it. We know she killed the others. Don't talk down to your readers.{c}
After all of that, let me again say that I really enjoyed this story. I think you are good at this. These little suggestions just sort of help with the flow - in my opinion.
Keep writing!
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