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A Large, Black Umbrella

On the rain-swept highway, between the ascending cliff and the turbulent ocean, he sees it ahead, carrying a large, black umbrella. His glaring headlights etch it on the rocky cliff as he approaches it, and the stormy night echoes the horrified shriek that breaks from his parted lips as he sees it clearly. His trembling hands cover his astounded eyes to shut out the ghastly sight. The uncontrolled car plunges into the murky waters of the raging ocean. A large, black umbrella lies on the desolate road; there is nothing else in sight.