Hope, a dangerous thing. (Week Four – Part One)

Into Exile

“We need to stop for a few minutes,” Fox yawned feeling the strain of driving all night long as they pulled into the rest stop on the Virginia/North Carolina border. “I don’t think I ever want to come back to North Carolina. I feel like that cop thought we were criminals rather than those people throwing things at other people’s tents and creeping around campsites that didn’t belong to them.”

The sun had just begun to peak over the horizon, yet the sky was a dull gray. Fox pulled into a parking lot and laid their head on the steering wheel. “Where are we going to go now?” The question was more rhetorical than aimed at anyone else in the car. They had no money, their vehicle was dangerously low on fuel, and now they didn’t even have a place to camp.

Fox laid their head on the steering wheel…

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