Chapter Two - Arrow

I don't know how long I'd been driving. Shit, I don't know how long I'd been doing anything. Time stretched out like a line of cut paper dolls, except there were long gaps of nothingness – somehow the doll chain hung together, but then things disappeared in the space. Things like my memory. Or even my senses.

I was cruising at seventy-five when I came upon the black sedan. The temp gauge needle crept up, but I stared it down and it held its position. The sedan looked familiar. Maybe my dad h...