by Colleen Foley
I opened my eyes, caught sight of the windshield. It was shattered, the jagged edges furred with blood and snow.
“Shit. What…did we hit something?”
I tried turning the key. Nothing. Seth was already shrugging out of his seatbelt .
“No, something tried to hit us. Something not
physical. And please don’t wish me into eternal damnation, but I
spelled us out of its way, which is the only reason we’re not dead.
Also, I’m really, really, sorry about your car. I’ll be right back.”
With that, he got out of the car and headed toward the road.