Sarah Bartholomew

Scratch

It had started snowing again. Ruby gave her old car a little more gas, maneuvering it slowly through the cramped grocery store parking lot. The sun was going down, making it seem more like midnight than 5:30, but that's the way it always was in the winter: no sun, no warmth, and every time it snowed, everybody ran to the grocery store as if the apocalypse was coming.