Free The Lover's Parable Through A Seven World Journey by Brady Millerson Page B

of nature.
    The rubber of their tires shredded under the shearing force exerted against their machine, scraping its rims across the asphalt in a show of glowing sparks, as they slammed into the empty vehicles parked at the edge of the outer lane. Hurtled into the opposing traffic, they impacted another transporter headlong, sending their vehicle into a wild spin.
    The sounds of tearing metal and shattering glass, accompanied by muffled screams and splintering crates, filled the Highway as they rebounded off another transporter, whose occupant crashed through his own windshield, splattering on their front hood before disappearing into the smoke and mayhem.
    Piling upon one another, the automobiles of the Highway were crumpling and spinning among the ensuing chaos, their drivers blinded by the dark, cloudy debris filling the tunnel. Tumbling end over end, their transporter came to an abrupt stop. With the smoky air and blood smeared upon the windows obscuring visibility, John and Sofia still had that odd sensation that they were moving, even though they were not. Their equilibrium was askew: there was no way to discern as to whether they were upside down or right-side up. Another sudden blow to the front of the vehicle sent them into an erratic spin accompanied by more crushing and twisting of metal. The rotational motion suddenly stalled, all movement of their transporter finally ceased as it butted up against a mass of steel and glass.
    Oddly bright, yet familiar, bars of light that became visible through the back window accompanied the sounds of rocks and gravel falling upon the roof above them.
    After a moment of disbelief at the unforeseen turmoil that he had initiated, Mr. Sanders, taking in the sounds of sirens and yelling, screaming men and women hidden among the black smoke-filled Highway, the screeching tires and accompanying grinding metal and shattering glass, knew that the devastation that he had caused was still an ongoing phenomena in the distance.
    “Is everyone okay back there?” he panted and coughed.
    Silence was the only answer. The transporter was dark and lifeless. The old man unbuckled himself, rotating his neck around in an attempt to stretch away the stiffness that had settled in. Leaning back against the headrest, he struggled to take in a breath of air through the thick, polluted atmosphere.
    The silence of the children was finally broken by the sound of the bits of gravel and glass, which had slowly seeped in through the shattered windows, being brushed aside. A movement from behind him, buckles unhinging, gave him the relief he was looking for.
    “John? Sofia? Is everything alright?” he questioned.
    “We’re fine,” John spoke coughing and spitting.
    “What are we going to do, now?” Sofia inquired fearfully, with the same hacking that had overcome her companion.
    Climbing into the back seat, Mr. Sanders followed after the brightness emanating from behind them, leading him to its source between the thick puffs of smoke. Squinting tightly as a heavy breeze cleared the blackness away for a brief moment, he was suddenly flooded with the light of the Savior. There it was, just out of reach, visible through the series of twisted, metallic partitions and shards of glass: the trees! The rear end of the stranger’s transporter had penetrated through the wall.
    “Help me to carefully break out the rest of the window. We have to work quickly,” he commanded them. “ It’s the only way out.”
    As the glass was already shattered, very little effort was required to kick their way through it. Removing pieces of the torn upholstery, they covered up the remaining sharp edges that protruded from the pane. Squeezing his way through, John could feel the heat of the Savior as intermittent beams of light fell upon him. Reaching back for another large piece of fabric, he assisted Sophia out of their wrecked vehicle and onto the hood of the stranger’s transporter. Seeing the dead man inside, bloody and