Escaping Maine (Fiction of the Apocalypse)
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July 5, 2011
Hitchhiking wasn’t all that hard. It was harder to get away from the creeps without outing himself as fae, but it wasn’t like Speed didn’t have practice with that, too. Creeps were everywhere, especially when you looked like he did.
He was having a heck of a time, however, with this one - because she wasn’t a creep, she was a mom, and she was trying like heck to convince him to come home with her and let her feed him, let her give him something her son - her 17-year-old-son - had outgrown, because he was filthy, just filthy...
He saw a car pull up that looked way too much like the Big guy. “You know what, ma’am?” He put on his most innocent expression. “That sounds like a lovely idea... if you trust me in your car?”
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Previous: Driving to Maine
July 5, 2011
Hitchhiking wasn’t all that hard. It was harder to get away from the creeps without outing himself as fae, but it wasn’t like Speed didn’t have practice with that, too. Creeps were everywhere, especially when you looked like he did.
He was having a heck of a time, however, with this one - because she wasn’t a creep, she was a mom, and she was trying like heck to convince him to come home with her and let her feed him, let her give him something her son - her 17-year-old-son - had outgrown, because he was filthy, just filthy...
He saw a car pull up that looked way too much like the Big guy. “You know what, ma’am?” He put on his most innocent expression. “That sounds like a lovely idea... if you trust me in your car?”
next: Escaping Maine
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