Headlights

Calvin drove to the Kilearney Hills with a medium sized pepperoni, obsessing over his asshole boss, Matt.

“You gotta pick it up, you’re killing me here,” Matt had snarled as Calvin hurriedly grabbed his orders and made for the front door, making no eye contact and trying to hide his shaking. God, Calvin hated and feared Matt.

He pounded his fist on the center counsel of his 08 Civic in frustration and rage. He was punctual with his deliveries 99 percent of the time, helped out in the kitchen and answered the phones when needed. He earned his fucking tips and couple dollars an hour. But Matt stayed on his ass and terrified him.

“You’re running my business into the ground!”

“If you mess this up again, I’m gonna fire ya. You hear me? I’m gonna fire ya!”

“I’m sorry, but I have no patience left with this… you FUCKING moron.”

Matt was a former drill sargeant and a real hardass bastard, and he looked like Papa John on meth. Calvin didn’t understand how someone could get so worked up over pizza. He was a child of mild-mannered suburbanite parents and wasn’t used to being treated like this. It stressed him the fuck out.

Calvin thought about Matt all the way out the Kilearney Hills. He didn’t even listen to music.

The delivery was down a long, dirt road. Calvin had turned off the audio on his GPS. The woman’s voice irritated the fuck out of him when he was stressed. So when he looked down and saw he’d been re-routed several times over, he had no idea how long it had been since he’d missed his last turn.

He cursed loudly, resisting the urge to chuck his phone out the window.

It took him a while to find a place to turn around. The dark road wound and wove through dense woods, up and down the rolling hills settled by a bunch of Irish people in the 1800’s.

It was another ten minutes before a random spot opened up on his left. Calvin figured it was a small parking lot or maybe a clearing of some sort.

Spitting and cursing, Calvin pulled in and turned around, his wheels chewing the gravel.

He threw the car into reverse and slammed into something. There was a crunch and a hard stop.

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