Oh the Impediment!
It was a cold moonless night. The sky was a sooty indigo canvas with only a few fragments of it visible through the canopy of trees, like strewed pieces of an impossible jigsaw puzzle. The chilly air carried a fragrance of leaves and marshy earth as it gingerly turned foggy. "Turn right in next 100 meters." announced the GPS. The car moved steadily at 60 kmph, all one could see out of the windows was the patch of highway briefly lit by the headlights and hear was the radio that played the latest tunes. "Watch out!" shrieked Zain when he saw a flood of headlights racing toward them from the opposite direction. The car came to a screeching halt before they could turn right. Everything froze, Zain could no longer hear the song playing out of radio or chew the gum that sat on his frozen tongue. The highway that offered nothing but trees along it, for a company had suddenly bestowed them with a biker gang for...