Pileup

‘Yes,’ he said, and the Devil smiled.

No,’ came a voice from the back – the boy’s voice, exhausted and desperate – and then there was the cough, hacking and wet. The Devil reached forward, with its spindly red arm, and took hold of the man’s hand.

(Was the thing’s hand really that cold, that hard? Or were the nerves in his arm damaged from the crash?)

The ambulance arrived as soon as possible; afterwards, the crew were commended for even saving one person from such a disaster. It was a miracle.

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