Turn Right

“Right, I think,” She says with out the most confidence.

John turned the car slowly to the right. With the setting of the sun he headlights become his
only source of light. The world falls from a haze to soup of shadow on shadow. The full
moon raises but this only serves to increase the contrast of shadow and shade. Wolves
howl, and phantoms dash in and out of the mist. The road was barren nothing but the
shadow of aching trees crossed it.

“I’m so sorry. I’ve made things worse,” says Sarah.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” The words surprised even John himself as they
exited his mouth. “What’s that light up there?”

“I think it’s a store. Maybe we can get directions”