The Deserted Pathway

The car starts to slow its pace,


Weaving down a trail with bumps in the ground,


A deserted path, hidden by trees, leading to nowhere.


The vehicle turns, twisting, scraping against hedges and bushes,


The car stops, the engine dies.


Outside, the sleet and rain splatter, the night wind wailing like a banshee.

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