cryptid

As Meredith drove through the icy and slick forest road, snow dotted the roadway. The setting sun cast the tall old growth in a fading, dusty red light like that of a warning sign. The headlights turn the falling flakes into luminescent orbs as they dance their way to the cold ground. Shaking hands turned up the stereo in the car, and it struggled out a garbled screech of half-formed words before falling into silence. Twice more, she tried various stations, each failing like the first, sputtering out static in response. Slamming her cold unsteady hands on the dashboard, she grumbled out a curse. Anger clouded her mind like disturbed silt in still water. Her frustration rose as the snow grew from a flurry of white dots into a wall of white, and the memories from the argument with her mother came rushing back. Once again, the two fell into the age-old argument of her not falling into her mother’s perfect standards.