“Jack, why are you mad!”

“I’m not.”

The night was late, but January could slightly see the beginning of the sunrise peeking its way up and over the shoreline.

She loved this time of night, the beginning hours of a new day, but there was bad blood between she and Jack. She knew he was mad, but she didn’t care because she too was frustrated with him and his lack of character.

All she could think to do was to lay her head down on his shoulder, closing her eyes as they sped down the highway, at speeds over a hundred miles.

Sometimes, life felt as if it too were passing her by.

Written By: Ask Ms Mandi
Copyright: March 2016