Backroads

Narrated by Mandy Michaels

Corey pulled the truck down the dirt back road that feared off of Route 4.

It was covered in potholes, so he and Tasha swayed and

bounced as they rode along. Fields of tall grass surrounded them on either side, wavering in the

summer breeze. Are you sure this isn't a private road? Tasha asked skeptically. The golden evening light cut through the windshield and cast a

warm glow over her blue eyes. Pss, said Corey, waving his hand in the air like none of it mattered.

Tasha smiled at him. Her arm was hanging lazily out of the open window.

She leaned her head back against the old, tattered headrest, wishing the summer could last forever.

She wasn't ready to leave. Corrie took the truck uphill until he reached a flat area at the top.

He backed the truck up so the cab was facing the road.

When they got out of the truck, Tasha realized they were at some sort of overlook,

staring down at the warm sun setting over top of Weston.

Green hills rolled on either side of the small town, a wide river cutting through

the east. Wow, breathed Tasha, as Corey stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

Who knew this place could be that pretty? Her breath hitched as Corey pushed back her thick, blonde hair, and began kissing the back

of her neck.

She giggled and squirmed against him as a chill traveled down her back.

"'Cori, we can't,' she said quietly as he spun her around to face him. Why not? Won't someone? Corey took off his

baseball cap and put it back down on his head, an ongoing habit of his. His brown eyes looked

directly into Tasha's. No one's here.

Tasha watched as Corey grabbed an old blanket from inside his truck and spread it out in the truck bed.

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