Accessory (1/?)

I take a sip from my coffee, the dark roast burning my tongue. I exhale and look up into the dark of night, past the thick woods. The leather of my steering wheel cold against my hands. I turn my head to look into the mirror and view the world behind me. It’s a cold fall night in the small town of West Utopia. No one had ever imagined the events that have come to pass and ones that will come to pass would/will have happened in our quaint town. Hell I hadn’t imagined I would be looming in the woods waiting and waiting for the right moment.