The pit in David’s stomach grew, when his eyes met Brandi’s.
“Brandi…I’m sorry…I wish things were different,” said David.
“I haven’t seen you in three years and now you’re sorry.”
“Brandi, your in danger. I’ll explain everything, but we have to leave.”
“Get lost!”
“Brandi, he left an envelope for me yesterday.”
“So,” she said with a huff.
“So, he’s going to kill you.”
“Where can we go?”
“I know a place.”
They drove for hours, until David pulled into a small motel.
Brandi stared out the window at a frosted over tree. “When will this be over?”
Dear Cole, This is good, and must be part of a larger story but well by itself too. Interesting and I can hear the motel creaking with the wind. Good job! Nan 🙂
Nan thanks, it’s the continuation of Middleham motors and the search.
Being on the run can dreadful..
It’s the not knowing how long you’ll have to run.
Dear Cole,
In your third line, the second to the last word probably needs an apostrophe and an ‘e’ tacked onto it.
Aloha,
Doug
Thanks for the keen eye. i must have reread it ten times and missed it.