Flashback writing exercise

Connie pulls out of the long dirt drive with a squealing of tires and the flying of dust and rocks, and throws the car into a U-turn towards the highway. Looking frantically out the windows, she looks everywhere for a sign. Any sign. Maybe a torn up bush or tire-tracks along the side of the road. A dented guardrail? A hubcap? As her panicked eyes scan the roadside, her mind unwillingly goes back to a few minutes earlier...

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Riiing. Beep-da-beep Riiiing.
"Hey hey baby, what's up?"
"Connie?!"
"Yeah, what's wr--"
"Connie! Connie! I need you to..."
(squealing tires...a car-horn blairs)
"What's going on?! Rance? Rance?!"
"Connie, I need your help! Someone... I'm going to..."
(SMASHing glass and then a dial tone)
"Rance? RANCE!!!"

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And now she is breathing hard, choking back tears as she helplessly, hopelessly stares through the pouring rain that coats her windshield with hundreds of thick, running waterfalls.