It looked like a good day. The phrase kept streaming but stayed inside. Sad the sea, almost audible. Sad the sea, sad the sea, sad the sea. She flicked on the radio to stop it. Then she saw it. Straight ahead, it glimmered and turned black, a thing laying across the horizon. A blip, then gone. She glanced in the mirror. Again, and now it was behind her. And then ahead. She did not know which way to look.
But she kept going.