This week, a few lines from The Abduction of Mary Rose by Joan Hall Hovey
The
teenage girl hurried along the darkening street, head down in a vain
attempt to divert attention from herself as she headed for her bus stop,
still over a block away. The car behind her was a soft growl in the
still, warm air. The
day was fast fading, the sky a light mauve, only a sprinkling of stars
yet. Soon it would be dark... Ignore them, she told herself. But it was
impossible to do with the car following so close that the heat from the
motor brushed her bare legs, like a monster's breath.
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