Sequel: Sylvie Koska ›
Pennsylvania
one hundred words
She’s riding shotgun, and he’s smoking. One hand on the steering wheel, the other dangling out of the car as he chips off the end of his cigarette. It’s windy, and he’s driving fast.
“Where are we going?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. He’s smiling, blue eyes on the road. He’s smoking Marlboros, and she’s ducking down, trying to roll. She keeps messing up, so he leans over and pushes his lit smoke between her lips.
Her nail varnish is chipped and the book in her bag is stolen. His car is new.
Douglas and Sylvie, they’re running away.
“Where are we going?” she asks, and he doesn’t answer. He’s smiling, blue eyes on the road. He’s smoking Marlboros, and she’s ducking down, trying to roll. She keeps messing up, so he leans over and pushes his lit smoke between her lips.
Her nail varnish is chipped and the book in her bag is stolen. His car is new.
Douglas and Sylvie, they’re running away.
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The quote in the summary is from Richard Siken's Crush, you can find that extract here.(She's "rolling", as in rolling a cigarette btw. Not doing a forward roll or anything, heh.)