We sped away from the world as if it were on fire. Well, for the most part it was on fire.
It should’ve been commonplace by now to see every window of every shop or restaurant boarded up.
It had the aroma of your grandpa’s old clothes commingling with a camp fire.
Those who refused to go were executed.
It was like she’d lit a fire in my panties. I knew she could read my thoughts.
Thank you, Amy!
