The Road

The road curved back and forth around the mountains as the snow began to fall. Almost driving off the cliff, Ralph slams on the brakes and stops just before the car goes careening off the cliff. Gravel tumbles down the rock face as he slowly releases his death grip on the steering wheel. He can't believe someone would do such a thing. That kind of brutality requires you to have no sensitivity for any life besides yours. He couldn't get it out of his head. There was no squeal of tires. No swerve of the vehicle. He can still see the mans mirthful face as he drove away from the scene of the crime. Pushing it to the back of his head, he tried to focus on the now.  Getting out of the car he looked around, the smell of crisp air and pine trees filling the air. This was his favorite place in the whole world. A place he could go to envelope himself in his thoughts, yet he often found himself to have none.The power of nature had always amazed him. It always wasn't being here that took care of his problems, but the comfort  he received from the drive up.  The bleating of an elk roused him from his pondering, and he looked around. It was starting to fall more heavily now, and he could barely see the massive mountain range on the other side of the valley. He wished he could spend more time there, but the roads truly got treacherous after the snow fell. He hopped back in the car, and started the drive back down to the small town. Picking up the still warm animal carcass, he thought once again of the malicious intent of the man behind the wheel of that small pickup. He couldn't stand the thought of it any more. He would extract his revenge.