TITLE: The Mirror
GENRE: YA dark fantasy
Dark shapes drifted in front of the car, blocking the lights from the freeway. I glanced at Dad, wondering if he saw them too. He didn't blink, didn't seem alarmed by anything in front of us.
My vision burned with the instantaneous flash of red lights. Dad slammed on his brakes. "Hold on, Annie."
After the deafening squeal of tires and the horrible roar of an engine, something slammed into the back of our car. Almost stopped, now we were thrust forward, colliding with the truck in front of us.
A tide of heat rose up, along with the smell of burnt rubber. More dark shadows fluttered outside my window. When I looked, I saw two coppery sparks, like eyes. They blinked out in the next moment, and I wondered if I was hallucinating.
"Stay in the car." He looked out his window, too. "Are you hurt?"
I looked down at my legs. My right knee was pinned under the glove box, but I couldn't feel it. "I—I don't know."
He wiped blood off his forehead and onto his pants. "I think—"
A dark cloud flew toward the car, blocking out the lights from the casinos along the Strip. The coppery eyes glittered in the center of the blackness. The shadow made contact with our car on my dad's side. With a screech of metal our car swung sideways. My door crunched into the tailgate of a semi. Something clear dripped onto my window.