Prompt: Describe a Landscape (300 words or less)

Picture it like this: you are driving your car on a narrow and lonely mountain road. A narrow and lonely mountain road that winds like ribbon. You are above the tree line. It doesn’t matter what kind of car you are driving, but it definitely is not a new car. It’s an old car, a shit-can of a car. The sky grows dark, but not because it’s nearing the night. It’s sometime between two and three in the afternoon. The sky grows dark because storm clouds are gathering, and it gets darker still. A drop of rain splats on the hood of your shit-can car. And then another drop of rain splats and then another and then more. You turn on the windshield wipers, but nothing happens. You turn the windshield wipers off and then on again, but still nothing happens. The windshield wipers don’t work. The windshield wipers are broken. The rain is no longer falling in drops. The rain is falling in puddles that splash against the car windows as if pails of water are being emptied from above. There is no place to pull over. You can’t see the fucking road. You put the car in park and turn off the ignition. You sit there and watch the rain wash over the windows. You watch the landscape, a world without definition. You listen to the rain drumming on the roof of the car, and you think, People who are not easy to like, they have feelings just like nice people do.