Headlights cut through the night. His voice cuts through hers as he tears at the wheel and catches the vehicle from a quick slip off the nearing edge.
"You brought this on yourself."
Frantic, she pushes herself back against the door of the passenger seat. Her eyes are open and closed in an instant, the nausea of the fast turns and jerks of the car settling in.
He never pauses, not for a second, to look at her. He repeats, "You brought this on yourself, you know."
His shallow swears cut through her trepid whimpers. He yanks at the wheel and forces the brake, causing the car to slide sideways across the road and into a shallow ditch. "Stay."
She stays - strucken with fear in a crooked position across the seat, hands trembling above the handle on the door. He gets out.
The night is cold, but not cold enough yet for snow. It will be a short winter. He goes to the trunk of the car, opens the latch and throws up the top. His hand grips around the long handle of his father's shovel. He places it delicately so it is leaning against the side of the car. He throws open the driver's side door.
Eyes their widest, the girl's fingers hit the handle -once, twice. She chokes back a cry and attempts to clamber over the passenger seat and into the back. He hooks her ankle and drags her sideways, grasping on to her arms and legs, pulling her in like the tide. "I told you to stay."
He lets her go as she scrapes against the dirt. On hands and knees, she reaches out for him as he picks up the handle of the shovel and raises it, testing the weight. "Don't do this."
His eyes cut through her as the flat end of the shovel cut off her next words. "I told you to stay. You never fucking listened to me." He threw the shovel down in the dirt next to her sunken body.
The air bit into his flesh and he pulled his coat close against his chest. The first of snow was beginning to fall and dust the scene. Maybe it was going to be a long winter, afterall.

(Okay, terrible story... but a start? I have to write more.)