…ust wasn’t his time yet and he wasn’t about to turn himself over to a crazed, horror movie wannabe. Rounding the corner to where his car sat, keys already in hand, he wasn’t entirely surprised to see Rebecca. She sat on the hood, feet resting together on the bumper, white ruffle socks visible beneath the hem of a long skirt. The revival sounds and chainsaw buzz were left behind as he stepped closer, then stopped so not to startle her.
Natalie Frank, Ph.D.