Feb
11
… Three!”
I closed my eyes tight and clambered up into the driver’s seat. A searing pain washed over the right side of my face and the stench of burning hair and flesh assailed my nostrils. I wouldn’t have minded the smell so much if it hadn’t been my hair and flesh that was burning.
My eyelids stopped the sunlight like bare flesh stops the thrust of a hungry rapier. I couldn’t look ahead and I had no idea whether I was steering the car down the freeway or into a tree. I just had to hope that I’d kept the wheel in the exact position in which it had started.
I heard Brianna climbing into the passenger seat and then the pain diminished a little and the burning smell stopped. I guessed this was because she was holding the blanket up thus sheltering me from the sun, but I hadn’t yet opened my eyes to confirm it.
Taking a deep breath I cracked my eyelids open in an attempt to see where we were headed but the sun covered the road ahead and I could see nothing but blinding brightness.
“Here, you take these.” Brianna was putting a pair of what I hoped were sunglasses onto my face and fumbling it, probably because, in taking them off, she couldn’t see what she was doing.
With my remaining good hand, I reached up. “I got it,” I said, adjusting the sunglasses and opening my eyes … just in time to see the solid concrete tunnel buttress that we were about to run into.
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