Karen and Wallace

    “Ok Karen, I got one for ya,” Wallace said as he pulled a card out of the Trivial Pursuit box.  “What category do you want?”
“You know I always pick nature first,” Karen said; as she fished another stray French fry from the Burger King bag.
Random trivia was Karen and Wallace’s favorite way to spend time when they were on long road trips. “Nature for one hundred, Alex!” Wallace held the card at eye level and said, “What is the only species of penguin to have ability of air borne flight?”
“What? None of them can fly. Are you kidding me? The card doesn’t say that,”
Wallace just nods.
“That’s just stupid,” Karen said.
“Is that your final answer? That it’s stupid? If not then I take it you don’t have an answer. By default I get a point!” Wallace starts to place the card in the middle of the deck. Karen glanced from the road to Wallace and tried to grab the card from the deck. As she swerved another car changed lanes, and almost hit their car.
“Ok,” Wallace screamed, “I was killing don’t kill us. Geez that guy has gotta be pissed.”
“I almost had a wreck. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me he was coming over.”
“I didn’t see him either.”
They both watch as the car continued to swerve from lane to lane, and finally stay in the middle lane. A man in black began to climb out of the driver side window. He clutched onto the roof of the Buick as he slowly pulled himself out the window and uponto the roof.
“Wal, call 911! There isn’t anyone in the car!”
Wallace fumbled with his cell phone and dialed 911. “There is this guy on…. What? Can you believe this? 911 put me on hold. It was automated and they said they were experiencing an unusually large volume of calls.”
The interstate in front of them was straight for at least two or three miles. The man in black had a long coat that flapped in the wind around his body. His Buick luckily was still headed in a straight line.  He slowly brought himself to his knees. His coat whipped around his legs and came free to flap behind him.
Karen asked, “Are you still on hold?”
“Yep,” Wallace answered with an air of awe of the event that was unfolding before him. The other cars on the interstate had noticed as well. They were all slowing down, but not too far. By this point the man in black had made it to his feet, coat fully flowing behind him. His car had started to drift to the left.
“Still on hold,” Wallace said.
“What’s he doing!”
The man had thrown his arms wide and cast his face skyward. He turned around to look at the backed up traffic behind him. He looked directly at Karen and waved.  With a motion of his left hand, the Buick cut toward the concrete median divider. Karen screamed and put her hands up. Wallace reached for the steering wheel.
As the Buick hit the divider, the man in black jumped. He flew forward across the divider toward oncoming traffic. Just before he hit an oncoming semi he twisted his body, and swerved toward the sky.
Karen and Wallace watch as the man disappears into the distance.   
The cell phone chimes, “911 what is your emergency?”