We rode along a black snow-topped Mustang, sleek – new, by the looks of it – and quick. Trickles of melted white dripped down the sides as it switched lanes, now in front of us. As its back wheels kicked up more water, splashing us, it sped up and disappeared in the distance, becoming a smaller dot miles and miles away.
2 comments:
That is nice. :)
Thank you, Maribeth!
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