For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. A 99 word flash.
Light streamed through the tree tunnel behind her. She peered nervously into the rear view mirror as the intensity increased and pressed down on the accelerator. The little car raced along the sinuous road, empty beneath the sinister red glow. Where were they all? Anxiety turned to fear that turned to panic when, at the crest of the next hill, she raised her eyes and blinked them sharply closed again—the mirror was a blinding sheet of brilliance, behind, nothing but light. She slammed her foot down with a sob; she already knew she could never outrun it.