The Dark Road"Before you go, I wanted to tell you what happened last night," she says. We had been together, but in separate vehicles, and it surprised me to hear her short trip home, no more than a few minutes further than mine, could have ended up eventful.
"We were driving home, and as we were approaching the high school, just before the church, I saw what looked like a huge piece of cardboard floating through the air. It was a deer, it had been struck by a car. That's how fast it spun, that it looked like it was flying. Johnathan saw."
"Oh no," I said. He's a sensitive kid, and like all children, you feel a natural urge to shelter them from seeing animals in pain.
"He told me, 'We need to go back, mom, and see if he's okay'," she continued. "I knew it would be bad, but I turned the car around. The deer was clearly dead."
"Oh how sad," I said. It surprised me she didn't find a struggling creature, bloody, frozen and shocked. I have never (thank God) hit a deer or
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