A fly’s wings fluttered against the glass as thunder shook the pane.
Drops pelted the roof of the car. The fly buzzed. Sam considered opening the window and letting him drown.
An ambulance siren howled in the distance. The rain masked the sounds of metal and rubber and the slick roads claiming its victims. The fly bobbled through space into the back seat.
Sam watched the rain fall on the windshield. The design reinvented itself with each drop. She hit the wipers and cleared the canvas. Her eyes found new patterns forming within the spots.
The leash that she called a cell phone rang. She resisted the temptation of throwing it out into the puddle beside her car.
The siren faded away. The humidity suffocated the fly. She answered the phone.