Nail Biting

“Take me home, please?” She says, he slams his hands on the steering wheel and stares forward, looking out over the lake and takes a deep breath. “Was it something I said? I thought we were having a good time?” “We were, are, it’s just getting late, and Dad was precise about the time, no […]

via Day Seventy-Eight – Take Me Home – Short Story — Twisted Roads of Madness