The Swarm of Animals

There was a bang, something connected with the front of the car as it rushed past blindly. Gwen cried out once as something small struck her side view mirror and cracked it. We remained frozen in place for eleven minutes by the dashboard clock. I wanted to be rescued, choppered out of there, and sedated all without seeing anything because if I didn't see anything, maybe I wouldn't go mad. At 539, still shaking badly, tears running down my cheeks, we finally lifted our heads above the dashboard. The chewed turmoil the angry animals had made of the snow cover all around with their epic painted landscape of overlapping prints.