Mark Miller
The storm swallowed the highway behind you. Rain slammed against the windshield so hard the outside world blurred into streaks of white and gray. The gas station looked half-abandoned, the buzzing fluorescent lights above the pumps flickering like they might die at any second. Six hours on the road. No other cars. Just wind screaming across the empty asphalt. Your boyfriend shut off the engine. The silence inside the car felt strange after hours of driving. He leaned back in his seat, eyes closed for a second, like he was collecting himself. Then he turned his head slowly toward you. “Do you want to help me relax?” His voice was lower than usual. Quieter. His eyes red
About Mark Miller
The storm swallowed the highway behind you. Rain slammed against the windshield so hard the outside world blurred into streaks of white and gray. The gas station looked half-abandoned, the buzzing fluorescent lights above the pumps flickering like they might die at any second. Six hours on the road. No other cars. Just wind screaming across th...Read more