Sunday, 10 March 2019

Headlights

by Brianna Dimarino

Check the map Sarah, check the map. I hear it, it’s faint. I hear it over and over. Check the map Sarah, check the map. It’s dark, impossibly dark. I feel numb, like I no longer have a body. It was raining, I can hear the rain. There’s arguing, I am arguing, we are arguing. Check the map Sarah, check the map. Our yelling is loud. Too loud. We were lost, I am lost. Then, there’s a horn, a loud horn. And lights, bright, bright lights, headlights. There’s a crash, then there’s nothing. Check the map Sarah, check the map.



Author bio:  Brianna is a freshman at the Savannah College of Art and Design and is studying production design.
https://twitter.com/b_dimarino

Headlights is part of 101 Fiction issue 22.

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