It’s been a long, strange few weeks. 2015 seems to be The Year of the Drama so far…with both writing-life and real-life taking turns leaving tire tracks all across my back. Hopefully that’s all winding down. *fingers crossed*
One way I’ve coped with my crazier-than-usual life is to write something new and completely different. (Different compared to the past three years, anyway.) It may never be more than a group of snippets, but it might grow up to be an Opposite-Sex Romance. If I like it enough, I might even try to get it published, but that’s really not the point. The point is to write something fun, something I can’t not write. This story was inspired by a few songs by the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band, especially “Was.”
The “I” is Glenna, and aside from a First Draft Squint Warning, I think that’s enough of an intro.
I skulked around the parking lot, trying to decide which car to borrow and almost got caught in a pair of headlights. The truck wasn’t old or new, wasn’t clean or bashed all to hell—probably one like it on every street in Portland. It should get me to California and then, well, then I’d figure something out. Seemed like a decent choice, until I saw the driver.
When he got out of his truck, my plan changed. Sort of. Decided I’d boost him right along with the truck. Plain and on the scrawny side, his hair cut short but not too short, he looked like the kind of guy who’d help a lady in distress. He didn’t have to know I wasn’t much of a lady. Not until I’d gotten clear of the crappy little town where I was born and raised.
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