No One Rides For Free

by Judith Sonnet

He smelled of spoiled milk and onion farts;

“No one rides for free.” Jodi said as she pulled the knife out.

This book is supposed to make you feel shitty, and bad, and like you need a shower. As someone who was abused before, that’s how the world can feel sometimes, and I think it would be disingenuous of me to write a book about this extreme subject while treating it with kids’ gloves.