The moment traffic would stiffen to a dead stop or seconds after we passed “No gas for 100 miles” signs on endless road trips to visit her parents in the middle of god-forsaken nowhere she would dredge up topics that should be dead and buried.
Why couldn’t she leave it alone?
She never did.
And probably never will.
A steam-powered train of accusations, interrogations, and bitter jabs at a life she despised but I refused to give up.
Tears and sobs always followed icy glares and biting commentary.
Life in the damn car.
The word for this flash is CAR with a word limit of 100. This hot flash comes in at 100, with the magic word applied twice.
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