Preface.2

Raindrops like rats, scurrying to escape the flood, he thought. We should all be so lucky. He drove on, unafraid. Only a lunatic would be on the road on a night like this. He ignored the implication, instead focusing on the bobs and weaves he used to try and glimpse the road ahead. "The faster I get through this the better," he said out loud. Plus, she's waiting, at the other end of all this. How would she receive him? He tried not to imagine, but his imagination was faster.