Epilogue
The road was narrow and dark.
A deep hush filled the night, except for a swarm of cicadas that sang a haunting tune in the nearby brush. A woman lay silent and still inside a sporty, low-slung, lipstick-red Spyder convertible. In only moments, her lashes gently fluttered, and then opened. Lifting her head, she looked around curiously. Screaming aches and pains caused her to shift slowly as she moved to climb out of the car.
How long have I been out?
As she looked down into the smoking crater where her car was lodged, the whole thing came back to her slowly. She looked around. It was still dark, so she couldn’t have been out too long. With her head swimming, she leaned against the cool metal of her car for a moment to get herself oriented. As if on cue, in the distance, she saw
