Sunset

PHOTO PROMPT © Fleur Lind

Nedra thought the blinding light was the sun, setting under lowering clouds, turning their underbellies blood-red .

She lowered her visor, It seemed as if it were just–sitting on the road–in fact, it was moving toward her!

White-knuckling her steering wheel, Nedra looked for an escape from what she now recognized as headlights. She would have to turn within seconds to avoid a collision.

On her left, she saw a corn field. On her right was darkness.

She swerved hard left. Her car went airborne as the truck’s horn dopplered past. She landed hard, but upright. And she wept.