Coming Home

A car stands deserted next to the road.  Arthur slows down as he passes, squinting through the rivulets on the windscreen of his twenty-year-old Corolla.  The pelting July rain intensifies the darkness.  No movement from inside the other car.
The crumpled front fender gives the BMW’s headlight a manic frown.  Red paint bleeds across the rock [...]

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