Palm, Lighthouse, Coffee, Porche, Sand

The lime green Porche slammed into the lighthouse with such force that the

lighthouse swayed.

Robert jumped from the trail car and ran toward the sparking smoke and flames.

The test run of the nuclear-powered car was supposed to have no accidents and run smoothly. He guessed this would be classified as an incident.

Performing the test run on a strip of a concrete-hard sand beach was his idea. It would be far from the public. However, the explosion was now concerning because of the small nuclear cloud beginning to rise from the wreckage.

Without thinking, he grabbed a palm frond laying on the beach and poked through the broken driver's side window. There was no driver because the new car was remotely driven for the test run. Surprisingly, he spied a used coffee cup, now melded with the car's dashboard from the heat of the explosion.

Just then, from behind Roger, a woman, uninjured and smiling, reached out to Roger with a slender, gentle hand. She touched him on the shoulder, and he felt the warmth of a piercing afternoon sun run through him. As she stood to walk away, he noticed that her outline glowed slightly, like a visible aura.

He stood up next to the crumpled car to watch her. She was gone.

Roger realized he was no longer on the beach but he held the keys to the car in his hand.