By Luis Garcia Romero
Tawny nested high in a tree, embracing her canary yellow purse like a tearful child in distress. Her stomach moaned, but she resisted the temptation to check her purse for something to eat. She knew its contents well:
a set of keys
a travel-size toothbrush
a dead cell phone
a hammer
an energy bar
The energy bar was meant for emergency use, and today was only day three. Besides, the voice Gray claimed was just the bedroom TV had yet to appear at his house.
More cars came and went. Still nothing. Nothing but hope and dread from each approaching vehicle.
nice story. i liked it.
I loved it, really intrigued by it