Here for Shaye
“Driving was made easy with few stop lights and nearly empty streets separated by a row of carefully planted, partially dried palm trees. On the left, low rise small business offices with chipped paint stood in contrast to the right side of the road where tall bushes and trees hid the river below.
Dallas pointed to the right. "This is the unpaved road pass the town locals use to get to the river and that's where he's taking you." He pointed to the left. "The yellow station. Pull up there or you'll hyperventilate." "Oh God, I'm so nervous." She drove between the cafeteria on the left and the pumps on the right where a burgundy truck and the man who leaned against it, waited.
She parked her car around the corner, on the side of the gas station before the white WC sign. Her hands shook, sticky with sweat, she wiped them clean on her scrubs. "What if it doesn't work out?" Shaye ran a hand through her hair, and released the clip. Hair brushed her shoulders. She placed the clip around the sh...ift handle and flipped down her visor.MoreLess
Dallas pointed to the right. "This is the unpaved road pass the town locals use to get to the river and that's where he's taking you." He pointed to the left. "The yellow station. Pull up there or you'll hyperventilate." "Oh God, I'm so nervous." She drove between the cafeteria on the left and the pumps on the right where a burgundy truck and the man who leaned against it, waited.
She parked her car around the corner, on the side of the gas station before the white WC sign. Her hands shook, sticky with sweat, she wiped them clean on her scrubs. "What if it doesn't work out?" Shaye ran a hand through her hair, and released the clip. Hair brushed her shoulders. She placed the clip around the sh...ift handle and flipped down her visor.MoreLess
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