July 20, 2007
A little girl with shiny blonde hair stands in the center of an interstate on a crisp evening. Her breath is the only thing visible in the darkness. Suddenly, two semis pound toward her, headlights blazing. They speed at 93 miles per hour each, one from the west and one from the east. She throws up her little palms, one facing each truck. A friendship bracelet tied to her right wrist quivers. They freeze before her silently, no sound of brakes or tires squealing. The trucks’ doors fly open and their two grizzly drivers flop onto the pavement completely dazed.