Birches line the snow swept highway. Beyond my headlights they lurk, they leer. Bony fingers beckoning. I comply, listing to their arms.
I love the imagery in this tragic story.
Very evocative of the beauty and fear of night driving in the depth of winter. Well done!
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I love the imagery in this tragic story.
Very evocative of the beauty and fear of night driving in the depth of winter. Well done!