She held on tightly to her pepper spray. It was a pretty device and she hoped she wouldn’t have to use it. But she was always prepared. Her life was filled with dark alleys and lonely tunnels.
She wanted to run or jump up high to touch the closed-in fence. She wondered if when she was buried there would be great pomp and circumstance. Why did these dark thoughts have to follow her?.
She was always cast in shadows.
In 250 steps she would be free. She looked back and wished no one ill. But it was time for Jack and Diane to finally find the thrill of livin’.