Dark and dreary

Dark thunderclouds closed around me, the rain coming down in tsunami waves. I had to fight the wheel of my car to keep on the road, the wind threatening to push me over the bridge railing.

No matter how fast I set the wipers, it couldn’t keep the windshield clear, forcing me to drive precariously slow. The car behind me was following so close, I couldn’t even see its headlights.

Stress bunched the muscles in my shoulders and neck, giving me a hellacious headache and making it hard to concentrate.

I was headed home, if I still had a home.