I drifted off to sleep for a short moment and jolted back into consciousness. The darkening sky is tranquil and soft, and I find it beautiful to watch the last glimpses of mauve and crimson sink below the horizon beyond the soft, rolling mountains.
In the car beside me is my husband, Gerard, directly behind me is my baby son, Joe. The smooth movement of the car is repetive and adds to my drowsiness. Soon we will arrive and my boredom will end. Until then, I will farewell the final light of day and welcome the night.
Again I awake. It occurs to me that I must have been sleeping, yet I cannot recall when or how, it is now a dark, black night, and not as comforting as I had hoped for it to be.
I turn to my husband, he too seems very drowsy. I tap his shoulder and he straightens to attention, fully aware of his surroundings after a few seconds.
GERARD MCCALLUM
GERARD MCCALLUM
GERARD MCCALLUMI can see Joe sleeping also, his soft, translucent eyelids and long, light lashes flickering gently as he murmurs softly.
We continue along the deserted country road, all silently wishing we were there right now.
I see a light in the distance. Instantly I assume we are near our destination, until I realise a car is approaching. I close my eyes peacefully, as the car approaches ours.
I hear the car horn beeping, its driver and occupants screeching and cursing. I am wide awake. I see the headlights shine directly into my eyes. The screaming is deafening. They are approaching us head on. Closer and closer they become.
'Gerard!' I scream, hysterically.
He shakes out of his momentary snooze and our car twists and turns and writhes across the narrow road, before exploding into the...