ess Arizona heat pressing in from outside. I kept my eyes on the shimmering black ribbon of highway that stretched to the horizon, a straight, lonely line cutting through an endless expa
d so liberating, so full of adventure, when we planned it back in our cramped city apartment. Now, the
t. She had her sketchbook open on her lap but wasn't dra
re rocks? More dirt? I think I'v
Out there."
d silhouetted against the bright sky. It was hard to make out any details through the
ic side kicking in immediately. "Maybe
ly hesitant. "There's nothing out there. No trail, n
slowing the car and starting to pull over onto the gravel
'd kicked up slowly settled around us. I looked back at the figure. It was still waving,
quick," I said, reach
and grabbed my arm, her
ai
en feeling evaporated. Her face was pale, all the color drained from it. Her eyes, usually so full of artist
Em, you're
he breathed, her knuckles whi
What's
st standing there, perfectly still. As I watched, it seemed to... jerk. A
voice cracked. "L
eemed too long, too thin. And they were bent at an angle that wasn't right,
rted moving
nsect-like speed. It covered the distance with a fluid motion that was utterly
word tearing from her thr
ed to life, and the tires spun on the loose gravel, kicking up a shower of rocks before they found purchase on
ad, but I could hear Emily sobbing be
re?" I yelled, m
been dragged across the trunk. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might break them. I pushed the a
All I could think about was putting as much di
indly, keeping pace with the car just at the edge of the road. Its face was a pale smudge in the dust cloud, but I could feel its at
gan to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shade
e pedal. My hands were slick with sweat, and they trembled so violently I could barely keep them on the
he hum of the engine. The silence that followed the chase was almost as terrifying as the chase itself. It left too much room for the image o
to come up. We had seen something that shouldn't exist, something tha