A dust cloud filled her rearview mirror and her screams shattered off the windows. She let the last tears fall as she outran her broken heart.
I feel my teeth try to bite the wall while i silently scream.
I love her.
The car hums like a big hungry cat as it skims across the desert on a foot-high cushion of air which smells faintly of ozone and lilacs. She reloads her guns and leans out the passenger-side window; the cops are still hot on our trail, but not for long.
She didn’t say “I told you so,” as I had expected but I could see the glint in her eye when I recounted my tail that betrayed her amusment. I never thought that loosing my girlfriend could be so entertaining.