![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Buddy bit into a piece of extra burnt and buttered toast when something shiny struck his peripheral view. Every station featured a variety of depressing news stories, bland talk shows, or overzealous weathermen. Then instant terror took over when she felt incredible heat engulf her from the ensuing inferno.īuddy flipped through the television channels while sipping his morning coffee. Pinky let out a horrific scream as she heard the awful sound of metal crashing into metal. However, oncoming headlights, accompanied by the sound of a blaring car horn, jarred her from her daze. The image made her feel blinded by anguish. She landed on the recollection of her lover's face. Pinky pressed harder on the gas pedal as mental flashes of her life flickered through her mind. She glanced down - her blood looked purple in the dimming daylight. The warm goo of her oozing stab wound soaked her fingers. Pinky laughed as tears ran down her face.Īs she neared the top, Pinky felt her stomach. It was ironic to her that despite all the sadness she'd felt in her life, she had no desire to cry in what she knew would be her final moments. Her glare was so fixed it was impossible to keep her eyes from watering, but she refused to blink. It eluded her around the mountain's twists and turns on her way up to an ideal vantage point. Pinky kept her eyes focused on glimpses of the sunset. Her pink hair blew around in a Medusa-like style, but she didn't care - vanity be damned - it didn't matter anymore. The windows were down, filling her vehicle with warm, dusty air. The curvy mountain roads were no match for her determination. It's orange glow, littered with golden and pink hues, bathed the sky in light that was so bright, so beautiful, and so otherworldly, that the only thought running through Pinky's mind was getting as close to it as possible. ![]()
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