Never get over
She put the key in the ignition and turned. She didn‟t know where she was going. She sped out of the city and headed for the back roads. Doing well over ninety, she was racing past pickup trucks and semis. The liquor, amazingly enough, wasn‟t making her dizzy, but it was giving her strength. Strength to do what she was about to do. She pressed on the gas. Trees and houses sped by at blinding speeds. She felt like she was on fire, ready to do what she had intended to do, but was stopped from, years ago. But then Hunter‟s face appeared before her like an apparition. Still speeding, tears dripping down her face, she let her eyes drift from the road and instead gave her full attention to the hallucination. “Hunter, oh Hunter!” she cried. She slammed on the brake. She didn‟t even rea
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