Friday Night Drabble Party!
A million Fridays behind me, a bajillion Fridays to go! With all the Drabbles in between!
No clue what any of that means, but it sounded nice in my head. And if it’s in my head then it’s gonna get written down at some point. This is that point.
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Get to the signing!
Now, on to the Drabble!
The engine sputtered and died.
Tanya glared at the gas gauge, the red arrow lying its ass off as it pointed to half a tank. She pounded the steering wheel with white hot rage until the heels of her hands were tenderized into bruised lumps of pain.
She grabbed the blood-coated backpack and shotgun from Delia’s lap and shoved the driver’s side door open. Delia wasn’t going to need them; she’d died a good fifty miles back.
Tanya didn’t waste a second. She sprinted into the shadowed woods that bordered the road. Cross country was the new plan.
Disclaimer: The gas tank is lying to you and the spare tire has a drinking problem!