Hazard Lights (Otherwise Untitled)
#80 of Short Stories
A very short story of a coyote who's not driving at the moment.
~ The coyote's finger's dug into the steering wheel, her own pulse and breathing all she could hear. Everything was hanging in place, as though seen through the fog of a dream. The hissing and wheeze of the car's engine buried into the soft dirt of the ditch gradually intruded into her awareness. The sudden stillness of the dark night settled in, until she could hear the dull thwunks of the panther's knuckles against the driver side window. "You okay?", he inquired.