Finding Wendy
Midnight came. All was quiet. I revisited my reasoning, and it was sound and logical. I wanted to clear my name, and I wanted to be with Wendy. I got ten bucks from my change jar and left through the window.
The air was cold. I walked down the street and up to the main road, toward the highway. I was sure I would reach my goal in a day or two. Cars moaned past, then slipped away.
I thought about Lyn and how she would pray. Samantha might go looking for me, but she would grumble about it the who... [Read More...]