The Cloud Painter’s Lover

Abigail Wadsworth Serfass
May 25, 2016
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The orange car the sixteen-year-old has been eyeing ever since he strapped himself in is taking up the aircan’t they feel it? The boy lunges at the windshield, he smacks the windshield so hard with his fist, with his Open the window! that it shatters. She grabs the wheel from the backseat so his father can calm the kid down, then it’s hell while the father wrenches the car off the freeway, chunks of bloodied windshield, the roar of traffic after the big Pow of explosion.

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