The Inevitable

        Mr. Williams was a material man. He had no consounce, no moral boundries and more faces than Big Ben. He was very manipulative and was fond of anything which made him look succesful. Why not, he was after all succesful, financialy that is to say. This is how he came to be able to afford a Porsche, which he had imported from Germany. It was 1968, mid winter. It wasn’t unknown for the Irish moore lands to be engulfed in mist, as it was on this cold winters night. On this occasion the mist added to the excitement as Mr. Williams tested his new toy, his Porche, with his lady friend Joanna. Mr. Williams had intended to get lost with his lady friend, but he did not expect the events that would follow. A windy mud track divided the woods from the Moor’s. It was an empty stretch of road, which tested the cars suspension and handling to the limit, as it did Mr. Williams driving ability. He was more than happy to comply with the challenge of keeping the car on the verge of an accident at every turn, without actualy bringing any harm to his precious toy. His driving ability was pushed to the limits as he turned with the road, which appeared six feet in front of the car out of the cold mist. The headlights merely illuminated the fog, visibility began to improve, but any unexpected turns were still unavoidable at this speed. Joanna urged him to slow down, and with an ulterior motive he eased off the accelerator. He was now a hero, as if she didn’t expect him to respect her wishes and his plan worked as she began to reach across the gear stick. His eyes were taken off of the road, which coincided with an old oak tree stretched across the road that appeared out of the gentle mist. Each and every branch illuminated, it dwarfed the car, spookily over towering them both. It came into Mr. Williams’s sight and his reflexes sent the car into a skid over the gravel and mud. The handbrake had spun the rear of the car round so that it was now parallel to the tree. The car was still in motion and a branched of tree had now reached out smashing the drivers window and presenting itself inches in front of Mr. William’s eyes as the car stopped. The branch was prevented them from driving away. A little shaken and lacking the same confidence in his driving ability he looked across to Joanna who nervously smiled back. No words were exchanged; Mr. Williams just looked back at the branch and opened his door as far as he could before scrambling out. He started to snap the thick branch over his nee. In the corner of his eye a shadow appeared. He froze momentarily, as if it would go away if he didn’t move or make any noise. He was filled with a cold sensation and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Without moving his eyeballs he tried to make out what the shadow was, or just to confirm his fears. A whistling breeze was the only thing to break the silence. The stillness that haunted the moment was very apparent and he hoped that Joanna would remain equally silent and still. She was however oblivious to his hopes and fears, she turned and asked: ‘what’s wrong?’

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        She was pulled back into her seat by some invisible force. She screamed. Mr. Williams turned his head. The screams turned to tears, and he looked towards the shadow. There was nothing there. The mist became thick fog, and neither confidant that what was there had gone as they looked at each other, each as if to reassure the other. There was no time for reassurance and Mr. Williams proceeded to snap the branch and scramble back into the car. Neither had witnessed the others story, but somehow the silence told them everything they needed to know and as they ...

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