Page 54 - Leftovers V2
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Time Warp
She met up with fate one day, cruising down the highway
in a red Mustang convertible, headed south in a beeline, past blurred fields,
lingering on a memory
of mild intoxication
and a quiet knock on the door.
It was supposed to be a one-nighter, for old time’s sake — for laughs — and end by the ten o’clock news. But they were doomed
the instant she cracked the door, when remorse gushed out
in promises and tears.
