Straight On Till Dawn (53 Words)
It was 3:30 in the morning—she sat with her hands gripping the wheel.
She had driven this road ever since she was sixteen, but somehow the north-pointing arrow, stark white on gleaming asphalt, felt as if it were speaking to her.
She set her foot on the pedal and didn’t look back.
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WALLIE'S WENTLETRAP 