I am driving on Sugartown Road in heavy
descending fog.
My headlights are
on.
As I turn into Signal Hill’s
driveway the car will not move any more.
It’s as though I am being held in place by a giant hand.
I see other headlights dimly (or are they my
own being reflected back in series?).
As
the car’s forward motion remains retarded, I feel a push from behind and a
presence from outside the car.
