November 30, 2018
The street was empty, with houses lined up behind the piles of fresh snow. The red car came down a side street and made a right turn onto this one. You could hear the tires squeak as they turned on the snow. She turned carefully, angling the car down this new street in the snow. On the seat next to her was a box. It was taped up with several layers of two different kinds of tape. She paused at the next street, turning left after waiting for the traffic to clear. Then she drove off down the street alone.