100 word story

The snow gingerly falls. Laying a blanket of soft, white, fluff on every surface. It’s a pure white blanket. It’s a beautiful sight to behold. I drive steadily down a quite rural road. The world seems to be at peace for now, as it always is at 3 am. A sprawling, dark forest expands on either side of my car. It’s a beautiful site. As I drive, a large dark figure runs in front of me. I swerve, and then everything is black. My body becomes a piece of the landscape. A pretty accessory on a pretty blanket of snow.