I rolled down my window. "Can I give you a ride somewhere?"
"Ditch the car."
"I thought you wanted a ride." I had pulled over. I'd been trying to help her out. She had green hair. Green, then, white, then medium brown at the roots, but it looked passable on her.
"You are ruining this city. This city is a tomb, because of you."
"You're a sweetheart, aren't you?"
"Fuck off."
But I was worried about her. "Hey, where's your mom?"
She didn't move. I waited. "Where's your mom?"
Frozen. I backed up, signaled, parked. It was so bright I thought a bomb had gone off, or would soon. I approached her again.
"You shouldn't be out here alone."
"Walk me to the gas station, then. I have to make a call."

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ganymeder over 8 years ago

Interesting slice of life. I wonder what's happening between them?Seems to be hinting at more.

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