On The Road//micro-fiction

Our souls have finally emerged from the depths of hell. It’s been a long six months, but we’re finally ready to hit the road. The sidewalk is egg frying hot; the chewed gum melts into the fractures like art. 

“Are you ready, darl’?” he asks.

I lean over his lap and turn the dial on the radio. Slowdive croons out of the hot-wired car. His face has a subtle sheen of sweat, his brows furrowed into a smile. 

“I think so. I’m just reminiscing. I’ve gotta leave this place behind.”

“Kiss me,” he whispers.

And that’s what I do.

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