Trish sped through the empty fields, dusty roads, and clear skies of the Midwest. Pedal to the metal in an effort to get away from what was back East. She was running from her past, in search of something new and something to cover up the bruise on her cheek. The roaring car helped block out the cascade of thoughts swirling through her mind. She had no idea where she was going, or what she was going to do when she arrived, but one thing was for certain. Anything was better than her old life. Always looking forward, never back.
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Drummed up drabbles
Short StoryA challenge to see if I could pack a book's worth of story into only one hundred words. enjoy :)
