IV
Amal Shalewood drove down the coastal highway of the western continent with the ocean on her left. The foamy gray waves washed against the rocky bluffs of the highway, and she tasted the salty air on her lips. She’d been glad that she decided to ride with the top down so she could enjoy the crispness of the coastal air. That she was driving at sunrise made it all the better.
In her rearview mirror, the hopeless maze that was Magic Hope City lay far in the distance, like an urban crystal against the hilly landscape.
She adjusted her sunglasses and was glad to be out of the city for a while.
She’d been running a long, almost futile campaign, and the city just made her think about all the things she had to do and whether they were even worth doing.
She was a distant third in the polls
