The driver was rough with the car, turning it sharply, and
accelerating and decelerating hard. Felicia could feel her stomach
roiling with the violence, encouraged by the darkness beneath the hood
that was pulled over her head shortly after leaving the school parking
She'd gone hungry enough times that she could
usually keep herself from retching and wasting food that was bad enough
going down the first time that she had no desire to taste it coming back
up, but it was easier to do when she was sitting mostly still. Felicia
managed, but barely.
Tara was shaking, helped only
slightly by her sister's comforting hold, not so different than late
nights spent in abandoned tenements during early spring or late autumn.
She closed her eyes and pictured herself elsewhere, imagining a roller
coaster to compensate for the jumping and jostling of the vehicle. She
let herself sink into the false memory of... Continue reading on DreamCruder