Goosebumps painful on her bare legs. Head a mess and spinny with nicotine, dumping tar into her lungs. xxx18 She remembers the man asking if a cute little thing like her had a boyfriend and her answer flying out of her mouth that she’d broken up with him six weeks ago. Misgiving, gnawing at her brain. The rest of the drive is a blur. Just don’t- We weren’t compatible. The afterimage of streetlights rushing past are like comets on the inside of her eyelids. Do you want a lift? The need, the physical yearning for anonymity struck hard. The afterimage of streetlights rushing past are like comets on the inside of her eyelids. She sat there on her own, drinking cider on an empty stomach, it didn’t take long for her to start unraveling.
