As Yolanda dozed, half in the world of the sun and the living, half in the world of the missed and the dead, the black spot of life on the highway advanced and grew into a man.
His pace was steady, as if each step was a second of time, a beat of a heart. Yolanda would come out of her dreaming and look up to the horizon to watch him. Sometimes with a
twinge of fear she'd notice how much bigger he appeared. Sometimes it seemed he hadn't moved any closer at all.
