The Coming

It had been a long day, and the drive home proved to be even longer as freezing rain and subsequent black ice quickly turned into wet, heavy snow. Snow on black ice is treacherous, but going slowly, I made progress. As I approached my turn, I looked across the valley; a car spinning out of control crashed into the guardrail and stopped! Flames flickered from under the car as it hung precariously over the cliff.

Throwing caution to the wind, I raced up the hill, slid to a stop, jumped out of ...