"Jolie Howard - Darkest Wishes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Howard Jolie)

whispering, "Moo-row"

    
The man fell out of the mist, directly into her path.
Jamming the brakes
-- hoping they held one more time -- and veering to the
right, she avoided
hitting him by inches. A quick look in the mirror frightened
her further. The
vivid glow of the brake lights bathed the still form in an
eerie ruby-colored
haze. The tendrils of the fog seemed to lap at the body like
a hungry entity,
intent on sucking away the remaining life.

    
Kelly flicked on the flashers -- they worked, at least
-- and set the
parking brake. Her car door opened with its usual protest,
the grating noise
amplified in the confines of the mist.

    
"Hey? You okay?" she called, chiding herself
for such a stupid

question. Who in their right mind would lie in the middle of
the highway at 2
AM? She remained close to the open door of the car, ready to
bolt if she felt
threatened.

    
The dome light dispelled some of the red tones and the
other worldliness
withdrew. Kelly stepped a little closer. The figure curled
in a fetal position,
still motionless, but she could hear a low rasp and see the
rise and fall of
the chest as he breathed.

    
Longish hair fell across the pale face. Kelly knelt,
and felt for a pulse
at the carotid, just under the jaw. The pulse was weak but
regular.

    
"Hey," she said again. "Are you
okay?"