Messiah

We are in our new red car  in the parking lot of a drug store but we both know the car is broken.

The storm is ominous. Darker than I have ever known. Low and chaotic. Rain falls like hammers and Bridget and I watch the water crashing and exploding on the windshield.

I see a man walking toward us on the road.

"He could help," I say to Bridget. I get out of the car and the rain hurts and I know I have broken shoulders and I yell to the man, "Please help!"

He walks through the rain and the sound of the storm, thought it terrifies me, does not register with him.

He touches my shoulders and they won't hurt. I don't feel the rain anymore.

"Thank you," I say as I get back into the car. He lays his hand on it and the car hums and then roars and is alive again, full and well.

"Can I have a ride to the Barrens?" he asks before I shut the door and roll the window down a bit.

"Where is that?"

He points down the road.

"Fuck that," Bridget says.

I look at the man. "Sorry guy, fuck that." I roll up the window and worry it was Christ.