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Travel Quietly

I have always had a love for writing fiction. Currently, I am writing flash fiction.

The Interstate

Even though she is the sole traveler on this interstate, Betsy drives far below the speed limit. The headlights dimmed, obscuring the surroundings, she feels the potholes littering the road. Long abandoned, few brave this interstate. The outline of overgrown forest encroaches on both sides. And the stars hidden by a thunderstorm.

Betsy hears something, pulls over, and turns off the engine and lights. She waits. The ground shakes and the car rocks. Betsy does not move from her spot, only staring ahead. A lightning bolt catches the massive gangling form of a creature crossing the interstate.

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