“Because I’m no-no, no-no-no-nobody’s baby now,” Grace sang as she floored the accelerator and was pushed deep into the seat.
In her rearview mirror she spotted the wreck getting smaller. In seconds it would be swallowed up by the fog entirely.
“I escaped the Bastille,” She said. “You thought you seriously had a chance?”
Of course the dead never talked, instead blew up another bubble with her gum until it burst.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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