“Flap your wings!” she yelled.
I stood there—focusing intently—denting in the hood of the treasured, faded red ’67 Mustang Fastback.
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New pantyhose cut into my arms, attaching the branches she had torn from the Littleleaf tree.
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Mama’s gonna be so pissed.
I jumped.
Lynn Kinsey
“…treasured, faded red ’67 Mustang Fastback.”
they were a cool muscle car.
great piece. a lot of descriptive action
I liked this the first time that I read it but it’s one of those fics I like even better at the end of the month. Nice.