Judy’s Gas-n-Feed by Cricket W

Outside Judy’s Gas-n-Feed, the Oldsmobile bucked to a halt. From the passenger side, out spilled Heather. As the teenager scrambled, the car peeled out of the parking lot, blew through the blinking yellow intersection lights, and sped up the rural highway. Heather stayed faced to the road, thankful the gas pump was vacant. No one...