I was 5 or 6
We were driving to visit family on an otherwise deserted highway
Mom called me up front
To show me that the back of the semi we were following was a giant painting of the devil sitting on a toilet
And we all laughed
Until darkness fell – with a fog so thick that we couldn’t see anything at all
Except his fiery red eyes
And we had no choice but to follow them
To safety or oblivion