Amber Coupland

My Saviour Is Me

There it is again, tall dead grass, so tall I can't see over it. There are gravel roads, each road splits into another, but there was only a forward or a backward. The sun is scorching when I go backward. I know this path; it leads me to a house where malice lurks behind the curtains. It's raining and dark out when I go forwards. I follow the path to a payphone, where I frantically dial buttons on the keypad but I can't see. It rains harder by this stage, and a truck pulls up beside me. A tall, broad-shouldered man slams his truck door and starts to run at me. He leaves his engine running. I can't see him, the glare from his headlights bounces off the raindrops. I have to run, but I'm running blind.