Chris Wall
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The Escape
I looked out the window as we were driving past tree after tree going up the windy path. The ascent was steep. As the car climbed the mountain road, I felt my ears begin to clog; I placed yet another piece of gum in my mouth to chew. This was all new to me. I lived my entire life in the city. I already missed it. It was nice knowing that I could rely on cell service for GPS. Or even a taxi. I was told the nearest bus station was about a mile and a half away. Out here, it was just more dirt and trees. I once took an English class where people spent their time writing about how beautiful nature is. They called it romance. I don’t see what is so romantic about getting bit by mosquitos. When we passed by yet another owl, I was reminded how little I knew about animals. All I was used to were the city rats that skirmished throughout the tunnels of the underground city. We took another bend in the road.
By Chris Wall5 years ago in Criminal
