Dark Beneath Stars

A ribbon winding north, by day it was just another highway with its shoulder pressed against the trees. Newly built, only starting to show signs of wear  from chains and the predations of frost. In the dark beneath stars which burned brighter than anything they’d known down south, it was so black that it ate up the light wherever it fell outside of the white guiding lines and the sunken reflectors. It was a road that gave J the creeps.

- from Dark Beneath Stars