Part of a daily post prompt. .
The road thru the woods was the greatest piece of asphalt ever laid down. It’s curves hugged the edge of hills, it’s rolls dropped forty to fifty feet at a time. Tunnels of trees lined long stretches with hints of fog that creep out on still nights.
It’s one of the nights. The new moon casts no light. There is no breeze. Ghosts of fog slowly trust and raise. Spirits of mist dance between the trees, occasional cruising the road drifting aimlessly. The night is alive. Critters bravely scurry under it’s warm blanket.
Shooting like an arrow. A dash of silver splits the fog. Rolling 70 mph, careening out of turns. It’s engine tearing at the pavement. The woods. .. oh the open road.. The first dip. .. The car floats above. . Bouncing a soft landing. A bigger drop awaits. . Engine peaks… speeds clear 100… The car drifts in the air. The edge reaches and grabs tire. The car disappears in the fog.