She yawned and rubbed her eyes, stretching her face in long presses to wake herself.  After saving the final documents on the screen, she closed her computer and placed a few papers into her bag.  Stretching up after a long day of sitting, she shuffled out of the office.  Her hair was a swarm of warm orange tangles that bounced on her shoulders; her freckles dotted her cheeks and laughed.  With a wide yet tired smile, she waved goodbye to the other person in the office and continued outside.
        Outside, the sun was just beginning to set; the snow, fall; the cold, arrive as a wave over all.  Flakes fell from the dark grey sky, soft and light; they drifted through the air forever as they danced in the chill and skated on the wind.  Her long wild hair fought the snowflakes and glowed in the darkened parking lot.  Any flake that landed on her melted into a drop of warm water.  She placed her bag into the back seat, and entered her car.
        Inside the car, the leather seats were frozen and the air within was thin and crisp.  Gripping the steering wheel, reversing the car, leaving the parking lot - her drive home began.
        The road was empty.  The long lane was dark and bare - only her headlights pierced the cold night.  The snow quickened, starting to stick upon the ground; the light flakes turned into massive bombardments of raining cotton balls that ushered in an oncoming winter.  The windshield wipers swiped back and forth frantically and rhythmically.  The radio droned with a monotonic man who reiterated the snowy forecast.  Her eyes lulled.  The car continued through the thick snow, the dark night, in solitude. 
        Then she saw it: everything happened simultaneously.  Down the road another set of headlights appeared - the first she had seen since riding home.  The lights enlarged as they neared and the soft padding of snow deafened the night and the voice on the radio plodded and her red hair shone in the other car’s headlights and her eyes turned to see the passing car and his front tire went over a patch of ice and swerved and her tired expression jolted alert as she tried to spin away and the oncoming car hit hers directly. 
        The radio was silenced.  The wipers stopped moving.  The headlights were darkened.  Her red hair wisped around her head.   Everything was still, everything was silent, everything was dark.  The thick snow continued to fall.
She awoke to faint light.  Lying on its side, her car lay wrecked on the side of the road.  The other car was close, a small sedan whose hood was on fire and smashed inward.  Dangling like a ragdoll from the front window was a man, a bleeding crying man who panted loudly.  Her lower half was crushed underneath a dent - she was unable to climb out.  Her orange hair tangled with debris and blazed in the firelight.  She yelled for help, screamed for help, but the road remained dark; the other man stayed motionless; no one came.
After almost half an hour, she saw someone: two people - they seemed to be women - walked toward her in the distance.  Even when screamed for, the two continued to walk at a steady succinct pace.  Their steps pressed into the snow simultaneously, their heights were exactly the same, their hair was pulled tight behind their ears - they could have been twins.  Once they arrived at the crash, both remained silent.  The two women were draped in dark robes and black hair that blended with the night.  The two were identical. 
One of the sisters strolled up to the man in the other car, and magnificently flicked back her robe.  Underneath revealed a terrifying sight: she wore no clothes, and her skin was wrinkled, charcoal black and was extremely inhumanely grossly bony.  She flicked her hair and small black horns appeared in her scalp; she smiled pointed teeth.  This was no human.  She grabbed the man’s waist, paid no attention to his groans, and began sinking into the ground.  Pulling him with her, the two plunged down until both were out of sight. 
The remaining sister turned toward her and walked slowly.  The woman with bright red hair screamed and tried to free herself from the car but again couldn’t.  Each step the sister took toward her was slow and paced as a small smile forced on her cheeks.  Then, the robed woman was upon her and threw back her black cape, similar to the other.  Underneath, though, was not black, skinny, and gruesome, but beautiful:  her body was laced with a long white gown, her hair was pure and gold, topped with a halo.  Behind her, a large set of soft feathered wings extended; they stretched almost ten feet each.  The once-robed woman reached for redheaded lady and flapped her wings.  The two lifted from the ground, soared into the clouds, leaving the dark night far behind.