A silence fell over the car. No one spoke. The only sounds heard were the ones made by the music as it echoed from the phone and the rain hitting the windows. It was a peaceful silence. No one was mad. No sadness was felt. It was calm. As the car drove through the rain, no one said a word. Raindrops slipped down the windows, racing to the bottom. Headlights were blurred through the window as the cars raced down the highway. Darkness had fallen and nothing could be seen. No faces were visible. All they had was the silence of the people, the music that filled the gap, and the rain that quietly yet loudly fell.
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Wandering Minds (collection of short stories)
Teen FictionA wandering mind has many, many stories. The world is unlimited in what you can experience.
