And Soon The Darkness -

"It’s a puncture," Jane whispered, her eyes darting to the shadows. "Cathy, I don’t like this." "It’s okay. We’ll just walk."

This title could refer to a few different things: the , its 2010 American remake , or perhaps a new original story you'd like me to write using that theme. And Soon the Darkness

The sun was a bruised orange, hanging low over the French countryside. Cathy and Jane had been cycling for six hours, their legs burning, the map flapping uselessly against Cathy’s handlebars. "It’s a puncture," Jane whispered, her eyes darting

The man pointed toward the dark heart of the forest. "The bridge is out on the main track. You go through the trees. Quickly. It gets dark fast." The sun was a bruised orange, hanging low

"Excuse me?" Cathy called out. "Is the village of Oiron nearby?"

They thanked him and pedaled on, but a mile into the woods, the canopy swallowed the remaining light. Then, Jane’s tire hissed and went flat.

They stopped at a crossroad where a rusted sign pointed toward a town neither of them recognized. As they debated which way to turn, a man appeared from the tree line. He was lean, dressed in a faded canvas jacket, carrying a heavy wrench. He didn’t wave; he just watched them.