Flash Fiction Runner-Up: Third and Finally ⚡️
By Rowan Wasserman It’s a state highway, 50 miles per hour and barely carrying three cars at a time. Tree-lined with evergreens so tall they block the sun. A line of stars follows the path of your car when you’re driving down it, marking the trail of exhaust you leave behind. You weren’t there that night, thank god. If you’d driven down the road that night, the sight would have shocked you. Really, it would Read more…