![]() ![]() Don’t you do it.” I glare at the check engine light. ![]() The thing could fall apart at any moment.Īt the thought, I hear a loud click come from the engine. I’m not sure any part of this car can take any more of this. My bald tires can’t take much more of this. I need to get to town before the snow gets too thick. Picking up my phone, I see I’m twenty minutes outside of Grayslake. I bite my lip, mulling it over in my head. ![]() I debate pulling over and just maybe touching it for a second. ![]() I’d spent three days looking at stock photos of snow. The closest I’d ever gotten was when my tiny online graphic design company got asked to do brochures for some fancy ski lodge out in Colorado. Heck, I’ve never even seen it in real life before. And it seems to be getting heavier by the second. I’ve been on the road for over twelve hours, and Grayslake is approaching as fast as the snow is starting to fall. I rub the spot I just kicked in appreciation that the radio even lasted this long, but I had to give it one last kick just in case. The rap music completely dies under my assault. Thankfully, there wasn’t any oncoming traffic. “You window licker.” I bring the heel of my cowboy boot down on the dash of the car, making me jerk the car into the wrong lane before I right the wheel again. When I discovered bear books I binged on yours, and now we can’t believe we are a part of the Grayslake Series.Ĭover by Sara Eirew Photographer & Mayhem Creations For Celia Kyle … Thank you for inviting us to write in your world. ![]()
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