Today, given her current circumstances, the point where Murphy Road met Highway 90 felt like the intersection between heaven and hell.
Honk! Honk!! The car behind her screamed encouragement, urging her to react to the green traffic light ahead. She squirmed in her seat but kept her foot firmly on the brake. The impatient driver swerved into the right lane, and drove past, his middle finger in the air.
Finally she heard what she was waiting for, still a distant rumble. Shifting her foot to the accelerator, she drove onto the tracks.
The train’s rumble became a growl.
She clutched the steering wheel and squeezed her eyes shut.
The growl became a loud roar. The smell of diesel filled the air.
She felt, rather than saw the train barrel down on her. Trembling, she howled; a loud pitiful sound that perfectly mirrored the state of her heart.
On the sidewalk of the intersection between heaven and hell, the two men who’d been watching these events unfold winced at the sound of crunching metal.
The man with the long white beard and flowing robes sighed. “You bastard. You got me again.” He dug into his pocket and produced a twenty dollar bill, which he slapped into the open palm of the other man, who was wearing a red suit and smoking. “I thought for sure that white dove perched on her windowsill this morning would get her attention.”
“Nah. Too subtle. Never underestimate the power of pitiful howling despair.”
“Like candy from a baby,” said the man in red as the woman’s car exploded. The orange fireball reflected off his dark sunglasses.
“So. Who’s next?”
The man in red consulted a piece of paper. “Singleton. Richard A.” He pointed toward the wreckage. “That’s him.”
“Guy saving the engineer?”
“Yep. Double or nothing his newfound hero status goes to his head and he cheats on his wife by week’s end.”
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