Untitled Short Story
Charles Hudson
Bäck
The
stone black tarmac spilled out inch by inch under the lone headlights of Ted
Forrester’s police cruiser. A cold sweat ran down his body as a sense of
urgency began to tighten around him. The moon and the stars were his only
companions along this road, and this far from the city, their brightness
befriended him. The night was cloaked around the earth as a blanket, dark and
plagued by humid air. Were it not for the rickety air conditioning of the
ancient cruiser, Ted would be suffocated.
