They drive over the hump of the bridge and all at once the rain strikes them in a great wall. Droplets batter the windshield and drum on the roof. The streetlights catch the frenzy in their orange beams. The night is blurred and clouded.
She slows to a crawl, navigating the streets with care. The cascade is louder than the engine. The darkness twice as thick.
In a momentary break between the sheets of rain, she sees something, and hits the breaks. They lurch.
He's about to ask what the matter is but then he sees it. The man in the road. The lights in his eyes.
Paddy Dobson
24th February 2022