P. Chiperi

Murky Grave

The rain pelted the windshield in large, angry droplets too fast for the old Chevy’s wipers to keep pace. The full moon was barely visible through the clouds and even the impact from an occasional crack of lightning was minimized by the heavy rain. As a result, the only light in the car’s interior came from the dim glow of the dashboard clock. It was just after 2 AM and Beau felt a pang of unease.