The
only light was the flare they’d dropped, now sputtering and dying
on the road a ways behind them, and she strained to make out movement
ahead. He’d said to stay in the car, as if she’d ever, in a
million years, have gotten out.
A line of flame appeared,
at first just for an instant, and then again, swinging slowly across the
road ahead, leaving a congregation of shambling figures writhing
and burning in its wake.
From the back seat, her mother-in-law muttered in her usual judgmental tone, “And you gave him so much shit for buying that thing.”
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