(written for the [Fiction] Friday prompt on March 20, 2009.)
It had been a dark and stormy night. The rain had finally stopped but the wind still blew coldly against his face on the dark road as he stood there, staring at the opened hood of his car, the only light being the thin beam of his flashlight combined with the periodic flash of the car’s hazard lights. Occasionally there would be a brief glow from the full moon as it peaked through the thinning cloud cover only to be blanketed again as the winds pushed the clouds around like a bully. He had tried to call for help but his cell phone was out of battery and he had left the car charger at home after taking it out of the car for some reason that escaped him at this moment. It had been an hour since the last car had gone by, speeding past him and his blinking car as if they weren’t even there.
