My Parents Told Us To Get Lost In The Snow Until My Phone Started Ringing

there was only away, and away was its own direction in that moment. My phone had gone into the slush when I dropped it. The car had bad tires and worse luck. The visibility was close to nothing.

The headlights appeared without warning. The impact was soft as these things go, a scrape and a thud, the world tilting and then settling, and when I looked continue reading …