Jordie braces his hands against the dash. The HLVW’s front plow crunches into the tail end of a long-dead SUV, rolls it up and to the side. Glass shatters, metal bends.
The sun is low on the horizon.
The sign by the highway says Richardson, Next 3 ExitsHe doesn’t have to check his map to know they’re close. So fucking close. Twenty miles or so.
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*sniffle*
So lovely. YAY! Just...loved it. :)
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I did. A lovely...ending? Is it an ending? But exactly the kind of hopefulness you want in a story like that. I really enjoyed it. :)
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