Writer’s Write January Prompt
The idea came to her on a drive when her car hit a patch of ice and she nearly skidded off the road and into a line of trees- dark monstrous trees, their limbs coated with snow and ice.
She imagined the trees reaching down with their twisted arms and tearing their way into the driver’s compartment through the roof, smashing their way through the windshield- gouging out her eyes and smashing the delicate bones of her face to a paste of blood and flesh.
Maybe with a bit of doing they’d take her head and fling it up into the sky and it would fall back down and land with a soft thud and maybe it would roll a little before it stopped- face up she guessed.
It was just a lonely and lost idea hiding in the dark, hiding in the cold all alone in the world , that crawled into her head that night on the road, many years ago.
Now when it dreams of bone an ice and dark roads and the trips and dark deeds they’ve brought into the world since that split second when they first met -they laugh.