No. 551

Abby Johnson was driving the only car on the wide-open road. Soon, she would be home, and the long trip would be over. She struggled to stay awake in the dark, as familiar songs played on the radio.

She saw flashes in the sky ahead, outlining the hills the surrounded her town. She smiled to herself. There must be a summer storm rolling through. She counted herself lucky to have had dry weather for her ride.

Unconsciously, she pressed the gas pedal slightly harder. She was close, now. A warm shower would be a good way to unwind.

The flashes began to increase in number. The sky was very bright.

Abby drove over the top of the last hill between her and home.

The car drifted to a stop in the middle of the highway as Abby began to comprehend the scene before her.

The town was a smoking ruin. The flashes continued. They were from explosions, as everything was systematically destroyed.

Abby couldn’t tell where they were coming from.

She did the only thing she could think to do. Acting almost automatically, she hauled the steering wheel to the left, turned around, and drove back into the darkness.

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