Headlights by Kareem El Nagar
The headlights splay thin and yellow across the narrow country lane. She slows. The wind of it testing the grip of the hatchback. Even at this speed it feels too much. She looks in the rearview. Black. The dark staying too close, smothering every window. She checks that the doors are locked and the windows are sealed, as though the night would get in if not. As though he might still get in. She exhales. Tightens her fingers around the wheel. Her eyes narrow, locked on the meandering road. The mascara tears have set dry to her cheeks. She hasn’t…
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