Friday, January 8, 2010

First line to a new story:

As he opened the driver's side door, keys to ignition, quarter turn clockwise, park to reverse, complete stop, reverse to drive, he pulled away and watched her stand in the street and wave goodbye, her long arm swaying like a cornstalk in his rearview mirror.

Even at 4 AM, he knew he belonged elsewhere. And he was tired of things stopping him.

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