The Night Visitor
It was a wet night. A nasty bitter wind swept down from the north. Inside the motorcar, Edward shifted gears. The car’s wipers made a swooshing sound across the windshield then stalled; Edward turned a knob on the dash, left, then right, and they began to move again in a steady rhythm. With the blackened headlamps, visibility on the road was limited but enhanced periodically by the moon slipping in and out of the clouds, casting its light on the slippery roadway.
Leslie sat in the passenger seat, thinking how fast Edward was driving, much faster than his usual pokey speed. The night was far too dark and treacherous. What’s that tune he’s humming? Edward couldn’t carry a tune let alone…“Have you been drinking, Edward?” he said, but got no answer. Edward’s attention was r
