Fiction | September 01, 1981

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A thick mist obscures the road, and there is a black sedan with the headlights burning.  It is impossible to tell the time of day: whether it is afternoon or evening or if the night has only just surrendered to the dawn.  The road is straight and flat and with only two lanes.  The heavy fog hides billboards, even utility poles and the other road marks that might give the car’s occupants a sense of motion.  Only the regular clump-clump of the car’s tires over the pavement divisions suggests they are going somewhere.

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