November 5, 2011

08-11. California. Pentax, 35mm.

And as promised a clip from my book:

Riding in the passenger seat was, to the girl, more than god. Soft autumn wind, still warm from the sun, flowed into the open window. It touched her face and swam through her hair. The wind found passages between her toes, which hung lazily next to the outside mirror.  A tune from the radio crept out to challenge the wind and was swallowed by it. It didn’t matter who was driving as long as she was there, riding in the passenger seat.

I have 2650 words thus far, the goal at the end of the month is 50,000. Wish me luck!


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