TITLE: THE ELDER RACE
GENRE: YOUNG ADULT
I’ll never forget the first time I died.
My best friend, Ana, and I left the Valentine's Day party as a dense fog rolled in off the Virginia coast.
“Carri, look out!”
A large buck, followed by a small doe, darted into the road, and froze, hypnotized by my headlights. I cut the wheel and hit a patch of black ice. My foot slammed the brake, but the car figure skated across the pavement.
A metallic screech pierced the night as the guardrail etched a complaint into the passenger side door, threatening to break, and send us over the edge of Devil’s Peak. Below, the icy black water of the Atlantic eagerly waited to swallow us whole.
Ana jerked the wheel, shooting the car up the adjacent embankment, and into the woods. Tree branches clawed at the doors. The car stopped with a shattering crunch as it plowed into a large tree. My seatbelt locked my body in place, but my head jerked to the side, leaving behind a bloody spider web of cracked glass. My vision blurry from the blow, I shook my head, and tried to get my bearings.
“Ana, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think so.”
Crack. Snap. A large pine, its needles encased in ice, swayed in a phantom wind. A broken branch scratched the windshield as if the tree sought retribution for the damage I caused.
“Get out, now!” I fumbled with my seatbelt, but the clasp wouldn’t budge.