Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Looking dapper and sophisticated in the UK, Brian knots up a smoked ebony and blue striped cravat tonight. She tossed her purse off into some shrubbery at the side of the road once she was across the state line. She knew her wallet--along with all of her identification and credit cards--was in it, but she didn't plan on needing any of it. Ever again. The summer sky blazed above, but all she saw was the asphalt road ahead. In another hundred miles, she'd ditch the car, too. After that, it was...whatever. It didn't matter because nothing was clear. She couldn't see a tomorrow.
Brought to Life by Nance at 9:20 PM