Grin

I jotted this down during my flight to Sacramento. Enjoy.

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There it was again, looming in Annie's peripheral vision as she sped past another mile-marker. It stood as though man hunched over, spine pointed towards the empty sky and elongated arms hanging loosely from it's dark frame. There it lurked on the side of the road, briefly illuminated at each mile-marker before dissolving into the black again and again. Whenever Annie turned her gaze to see it would vanish, a figment of some awful nightmare that only persevered to torment her. By the forty-second mile Annie still had not grown accustomed to its presence, and as it appeared in the corner of her vision each mile she could discern more and more of its appearance.

Teeth. It had teeth. Rows of jagged fangs that dripped.

Colorless eyes sunken deep into its skull that reflected the headlights.

Arms long enough that its clawed hands dragged against the ground.

Skin stretched taut over its ribcage.

However, the thing that scared Annie the most was how it followed her effortlessly, always waiting for her at the next mile. It didn't matter if she changed roads, it was always there; its rotten lips pulled up in a macabre grin at her passing.