There was a body on the roadside.
Kyle stared at it while the flashing of her hazard lights illuminated it like the strobe of lightning during a storm.
“Get your headlights fixed,” is what had been so easy for everyone to say. Easy advice to offer. But a busy work week and a mechanic’s shop that was across town makes that “easy” advice harder to follow. She hadn’t known she was going to be out that late, how could she have? The canyon was a back road, and there wasn’t supposed to be anyone out there but her.
And now there was a body on the roadside.
Two sounds, each like a shock from her stomach to the tingling edges of her scalp, one right after the other. The first was a groan from the supposed corpse, and the second was the sound of tires coming around the bend.
The clack of a gavel, the slamming of bars, and Samantha crying where all that filled her ears after that.
Then, lights came around the bend. Lights that approached fast, then slowed. Lights that turned off to the roadside behind her.
“Everything alright?” said the Good Samaritan.
“Yeah,” Kyle said back with a wave. “Headlights gave out on me all of a sudden. Can’t see an inch ahead of the grill.” She motioned to the clear space of gravel on the roadside.
“Oh,” said the voice. “Good thing you found the turnout. How ’bout you follow my taillights back to the main road. Dark out here.”
“You. Are. Awesome. Thank you!”
She stayed focused on the two red eyes that guided her out of the dark, not giving a moment’s concentration to the steep hills beyond the roadside.