As I drove down the God-forsaken dirt road, the dust swirled like miniature tornados around my 17-year-old Corolla and clung to my body in the places that my sweat-drenched clothes didn’t.
By Danette Gaughan5 years ago in Fiction
Resistance By: Danette Gaughan “Ant, I’m hungry.” Antoinette raised a dirty finger and pressed it to her lips, “Shhhh.” Then she signed, “Remember Ban, we are using the quiet words from the Silent Game we play.”
