Screeching. Breaths held. Brace for impact. Hands grip wheel. Memories flicker to their two children. Of Lance’s party planned for next week. He prays to a God he doesn’t believe in. “Please let us be there for our son’s birthday.” The deer stands, oblivious to its impact on four lives.
Danielle Sutherby is an emerging writer from Boston, MA who loves writing short fiction and flash fiction.
