The Write Fighter: Part 19

He locked himself in the cab. Ayla rolled out of the the driveway and pointed the car—an antique Ford Focus that had purred like a kitten since Robert had given it to her on her sixteenth birthday—toward the auto parts store.

Robert treasured these fleeting seconds—as a teenager’s focus and generosity has minimum elasticity. 

“When did you get home from the fights?”

“About two,” Robert responded while surveying his surroundings; he was certain this exchange—one not shared in far too long—was the highlight before his demise. “I’ll be real quick. Don’t leave me.”

She smiled.

Word Count: 100

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