She flew in as he waited. Olga landed. Lovers embraced and sinking into one. The journey was crazed. She wanted him. He wanted her. Speeding down the motorway, taking a turn. Gliding down the hill and skidding and hitting the roundabout at speed and endlessly, endlessly crashing.
He exited the car alone and locked the doors. There was no blood.
They just ran out of road.
