It’s like the time
you hit the dog on the highway
late at night, driving back
from the beach.
She turned her head
toward us,
eyes reflecting green
in the beams.
One lane coming,
one lane going,
through a marsh
of hidden peepers
and a shudder
passed through the car
into my chest.
Our daughter woke.
“What’s going on?”
“Nothing.”
We did not look at the road
behind us. Or at each other.
We never stopped moving.
Jane Andrews is a freelance writing instructor, workshop facilitator, and book editor as well as the head writing coach at Central Carolina Community College in Sanford, North Carolina. She has been a nonfiction editor at Glint Literary Journal and a poetry editor at 3 Elements Review. She is a past board member of Carolina Wren Press and the NC Poetry Society. Andrews’s fiction, essays, memoir, and poetry have appeared in Prime Number Magazine, Wild Goose Review, and Peacock Literary Review, among others.