With Their Whole Lives Ahead Of Them, Or The Runaways

by solaris2001

The road through the plains lay out before them, unbroken to the infinite horizon as if God had drawn a line from what was to what could be if only they followed the line straight enough and true enough and with enough conviction. He pulled to the shoulder and stepped out and shaded his eyes to the noonday sun as he looked back and then ahead and couldn’t find anything else, living or dead, on the entirety of the great highway. He paused as all men do at the precipice before she leaned from the window and cooed, “Let’s go.”