He pulled over to the side of the road. Something felt off about his car, not quite right. His mind rambled through all the different possibilities. It wasn’t a flat tire, didn’t seem bumpy enough. It couldn’t be a ball bearing, he had just replaced them.
She was flying down the dark road, music blasting, windows open letting the cool summer night air in. Stars shone through the open moonroof. She sang loud in harmony with the music, gleefully forgetting where she was actually headed.
He looked up at the stars, the quiet moon. He could hear the chirping of the chickadees, the frogs calling to one another in the pond just off the side of the road. The quiet of the night called to him, soothing his soul and lulling his breath.
The music suddenly stopped. The ringing echoed through the speakers, causing her to grimace. She pressed the “ignore caller” button through the steering wheel and frowned.
He heard the whoosh of the car, coming fast down the night road. It didn’t bother him, but he had a strange feeling. It wasn’t much of anything, but a slight tingly feeling in his chest. He shook his head.
He saw the deer shoot out of the woods on the side of the road across the street. The headlights from the oncoming car only momentarily lit it up.
She saw the deer as a flash across the road. She recognized a car on the side of the road. A man, standing next to the car. Then she heard the crunch. She shuddered. She thought about stopping. Getting out. Checking to see if he was okay.
Somewhere, in the back of her mind, warnings flashed. What if it was a trap? Dark night, young girl could only mean trouble. Shaking her head, she pressed down on the gas pedal, and kept going deep into the night.