Status: ongoing
Duffle Bag Blues
V.
The couple stared at each other and Opal slowly pulled her hand from Parker's. The setting sun turned the sky a brilliant pink, the chirp of crickets was low in the background, and the lamps around the park flickered on in unison.
It didn't seem like the time or place for such an admission and, suddenly, Opal was compelled to run. She wouldn't stop running until she was over state lines, through the mountains, safe and sound in her mother's arms in their family home in upstate New York.
"The operative word here is 'was' Opal," Parker said placatingly. "Relax..."
It didn't seem like the time or place for such an admission and, suddenly, Opal was compelled to run. She wouldn't stop running until she was over state lines, through the mountains, safe and sound in her mother's arms in their family home in upstate New York.
"The operative word here is 'was' Opal," Parker said placatingly. "Relax..."