Hello, and welcome to Drabbletober. This is an occasional bonus episode, for the first of April, 2026.
Everywhere
by Elizabeth Guilt
There was a bang and, too late, a screech of brakes.
"Shit! A deer, we hit a deer."
"What?"
"A deer! You saw that, right?"
Dave was five or six whiskeys down, his voice rising, panicking.
I'd seen blond hair, plastered by rain against a pale face.
For weeks afterwards, I trawled local news sites. No reports of a road death, or a missing woman.
I stopped drinking after that. Dave didn't. When his car ran off the road, I wasn't surprised.
I don't drive at night any more. Is she there? I don't know, but I see her.
Everywhere.