NIRVANA

“Oh, my God.” Air stuck in my lungs as I stared at the giant wolf in front of our vehicle. His eyes were pitch black, snarling at us, drooling in black blood.

We had two problems. We couldn’t drive to the other line, or the wolf would throw us off the bridge. If we ran it over, it would damage the car, and if the wolf would not die, it would kill us all. Then, we had to walk if we could not find a passing vehicle.

“What should we do now? We can’t run over a wolf or ...