There was not supposed to be blood on the road.

That girl, dead and gone, her spirit trapped forever just inside town limits-- she'd come from someplace, was going somewhere. Until destiny had stepped into the road in front of her, stopped her forward motion, drawn a killing claw across the white, fluttering swell of her future. Whispering, "Oh no, you don't."

When you made plans, the saboteurs came out to play.

Author: Kat Rosenfield