Thea Line

Joined June 2021

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The Red Mustang
It started with a car. It rolled off the factory line into a bright sunny world. A 1967 cherry red Ford Mustang. Perfect, glistening, sleek. It looked fast even when it was standing still. A young mans dream machine. Or it should have been. It had had many owners, all just a little in love with the car at first, then slowly a feeling that something was wrong. An uneasy feeling, like when you think you have seen something out of the corner of your eye, but when viewed full on, nothing is amiss. Nobody kept it for very long.
By Thea Line4 years ago in Fiction
Interrogation Room
“Tell me again.” He implored me to explain for the third time in a row. Already uncomfortable enough under the hot searing light of the windowless room we sat in anyone could understand my frustration and stress. I’d been looking at the same off-white four walls for the past two hours, all of which covered in questionable stains and damage points, although considering where I was that shouldn’t have been surprising. The light was the uncomfortable old school lights that weren’t energy conscious and had a weird yellow hue. I took yet another deep breath before I looked up at the old, balding sheriff and began again.
By Thea Line4 years ago in Fiction