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We were driving home, one dark night, down Highway 97. My headlights, on low beam, lit the pavement ahead for a short distance, but little else.
Then suddenly, something large and white came flying over the top of the car ahead. It landed on the road. I didn’t have time to swerve. Or brake. I ran over it.
Ka-whoomp! The car bounced high, as if going over a giant speedbump. Then it settled back onto the road.
“What was that?” Joan exclaimed.
Over the next few moments, we compared our impressions. We concluded – from the flying object’s size and shape -- that it must have been a mattress. Probably a double-bed mattress. Possibly even a queen-size.
Categories: Soft Edges
Tags: Flying objects, fate, omnipotence, suffering