I looked away from my father out the door at the storm. Lightning flashed overhead and crackled away over the treetops. The wind gusted a cool spray against my face. When I turned back to the cabin, the yellow light of the gas lantern flickered, and my father's eyes shone from deep shadows. &quot;You shouldn't be here,&quot; I said quietly. &quot;You're dead.&quot; He nodded with a wry smile. &quot;Nights like these, though,&quot; he said, glancing deliberately at the storm, &quot;have a way of bringing us out.&quot; I thought about this. &quot;I almost didn't come up here at all, you know. The rain washed the road out in several places.&quot; He nodded. &quot;They'll find your jeep down there in the river.&quot; His voice was calm, like the soft grass over a grave. &quot;Of course, after all this rain, they won't find it until spring.&quot; I scoffed, out of breath. &quot;You think I'll crash my Jeep on the way down the hill?&quot; I felt a chill through my bones, heard the gentle rush of distant water. &quot;No, son,&quot; he said, and his smile turned wistful. &quot;You crashed on the way up.&quot; 2007-09-18T23:46:38Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/9576 <p>oh snap!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/9576?basename=12866 2007-09-18T23:46:38Z ceyshe http://ficlets.com/authors/ceyshe