By Joshua Scribner
Originally published by Alienskin Magazine
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Copyright 2004 Joshua Scribner
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Snow blanketed the night, hiding most of the surroundings, just a small patch of the little road visible. The blast of the car’s defrost provided accompaniment for the steady rhythm of his windshield wipers, a melodic satire that marked the futility of safe driving on this night.
There was not a soul in sight. Carter had been taking this route home from college for years, a system of quiet back roads, rarely busy, never patrolled by police.
Both hands tight on the wheel, his head tilted forward, Carter felt a pinch in his spine. His heart thumped a nervous beat. He tried to convince himself to slow down. But the urgency wouldn’t let him. It never did.
Just after he came over the top of a small hill, Carter saw it. And he shouldn’t have seen it. The car was going way too fast. The snow was falling way too hard. But it was as if the snow had cleared in just the necessary fraction of his visual field and time had slowed long enough for him to take it in.