Wren
“Opal.” Her names was the first thing I said when I opened my eyes, I sat upright my back cracking at the sudden movement. It made me wonder how long I had been asleep, slumped across the front seat with my face stuck against the cold with my own drool.
Angrily I wiped it away. My eyes darting around the empty car.
“Opal.” I said again, even though I knew it was useless. She wasn’t in the car. Her scent was still there but it was faint.
Wherever Opal was she wasn’t here. She hadn’t been here for a few days at least.
Had she left? Had she run just like she promised she wouldn’t? I didn’t want to believe it but I couldn’t help the niggling doubts that plagued me.
She was gone, that was the only thing I knew for certain.
Pulling myself out of the car , I studied the surround
