The Cure from the Stars
Government labs are never in cities, never on paved roads with easy access.
The headlights of my Jeep are all that's keeping me level. Without them, I am lost in the dark. My heart is a separate entity now, a vibrating animal in my chest.
To my right, Garcia is pressed up against the car door, his hand tightening around the seatbelt. His face is pale white. I wonder if mine is the same.
On the back seat is a cloth bag and I am aware of its presence at all times, even as I pull the steering wheel back and forth, struggling to keep the Jeep on the road. Government labs are never in cities, never on paved roads with easy access. We're out of the lab, but not out of the woods. The trees close in around me, threatening to swallow the road whole.
I think about Maria in her hospital bed, how I haven't visited in weeks. The plan has consumed me, taken everything I have. Weeks of planning and scheming. Convincing Garcia. Making certain the lab tests were accurate.
The creature moans from the bag. It sounds like a child- like my Maria, only eight years old.
Waiting for me, for what I've stolen.
The cure from the stars.
About the Creator
Kelley Zherzhi
Grew up on a steady diet of Tom Robbins and Stephen King.
Spinning tales in the quiet moments between motherhood and building a business.
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