Rhea sits behind the wheel. Her car turned to look over the ridge. Below city lights glow scaring away the darkness. An electric hug of warmth awaits. Her mind knows how much better life could be there.
“Those lights that burn on the souls of the innocent.” Her voice quoting her Grandma. “It seems so nice. How could she ever say that?”
Rhea watches a few more cars go by. Her nerves battling her will. The first journey on her own. She puts the car back into drive. Her two hours of stolen time seems like forever now.
