Judith Gap 6

23 Feb

Technically, it was still day. The sun was dipping below the horizon splashing violets, oranges and brilliant streaks of gold along the entire highway. The Charger was cruising along humming its soothing tune and the passenger seat smelled of warm leather and sun-cream. The driver was lost in thought, the few creases on his forehead looking like ocean waves etched onto the skin. Clara laughed and put her feet up on the dashboard. “Are we there yet?” she asked. He turned to speak and everything exploded into tiny shards of pain. She woke up drenched in sweat, same as always.

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