Deep Dark Fears by Fran Krause for April 30, 2020

Road rash. That’s pretty much it. Road rash and the inability to make sudden turns.

I always imagined creepy things running alongside our car . . . and what they would do to us when we ran out of gas.

Last panel makes me think of “Killer Klowns From Outer Space”!

… or riding in a car with missing rusted out floorboards. You don’t have to clean up spilled french fries.

I assume it would be like sledding naked but without the ice numbing you.

I used to imagine something like that, but that we would continue to fly along without the car.

And then all of a sudden: *splat thunk thunk thunk thunk splaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat