The Uncle's Reckoning

d lightly as he drove along the rather empty road on their way home from an event that lasted longer than they expec

ng the trivia contest? I am a genius, so it is not my fault, is it now?" He stated from

f the car. "Oh, so your father's side of the brain runs? Sin

as the car navigated the win

adlights as they blazed a trail through the night. The moo

tbelt and stated loudly, "Just so you know, geni

impered, waving his badge like

h amused sparkles in his eyes.

r. They were cocooned in their bubble of happiness, the world outside reduced to

t happ

an engine shattered the quiet atmosphere. It was de

k as a huge truck appeared out of nowhere, i

d came directly towards them. Their automobile skidded to th

e confusion. As the car went out of control, Geoffrey'

ir car smacked into the guardrail, which bowe

ecipice, half its weight hung over the abyss while the ass

rom the impact of the car crash while Mrs.

ed and started shaking her husband awake. "Tom!" Mrs. Smith's v

ling forward. A cut on his forehead dripped blood. Geoffrey sat mot

hroat, "No, no, no." She turned to face her husband, her hands

e darkness below yawned like an unending mouth. Mrs. Smith reached back to shake Geoffrey again as she

eaking her voice. "Please, baby!

ed jacket that covered his face, and he was tall. Relief briefly filled her chest. "Help us!" she scr

epped closer. There was something about his presence that made her nerves ting

f the automobile and started pushing instead of providing help. The vehicle lurched for

unded in her chest as the car tipped further, the hood dipping precariously into the void. The man's stren

lt clasp, fumbling in her desperation. "Hold on, baby," she said, tears blinding her

tried to shove Geoffrey out of the open door, but it proved difficult from her position in the

s hooded head tilting as if

t was icy. She gritted her teeth, her motherly instincts burning brighter t

s she reached for the unconscious boy. She exerted the force s

car onto the road, his lifeless body making

orward when he saw her trying to rescue her s

over the edge, Mrs Smith suddenly shouted a familiar name

he man finally succeeded in sendi

yss, the last sound he heard before the world became hazy. The figure of the man was a blur to Geoffrey's sig

he hit the ground, and pain blazed in his side. For a minute, t

he faint echo of his mother's voice, a haunting cry carried by the wind, reverberated in his