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Short Story: Loretta and Mick

“Are you sure we're not lost?" Loretta whined, straining against her seat belt as she shifted position again. The passenger seat squeaked in time with her movement.  “I don’t recognize anything out the window.” Mick snorted, "Yes, dear, we are not lost." He ran a hand through his curly hair, as he continued with obvious patience, "I told you, this is a short cut from the bar to the party.  You’ve never driven here before, so far as I know." “But I can only see crops and fences, not even a real farmhouse.  I’m already freezing cold, and we haven't seen another car for the past twenty miles," Loretta droned on, squirming more before fiddling with the air vents before returning to her vigil at the window. The engine groaned as Mick stepped heavier on the accelerator, focusing his attention on the road in front. "I know, dear, that the heater for the car is broken again. I told you to wear a warmer coat for tonight." Loretta scoffed,

Short Story: A Disaster of a Trip?

Chris began to question the wisdom of this trip.  “Why did I want ice cream and a movie?”  she whispered to herself, letting her head drop backwards on the bench.  The gray drop ceiling blurred in her vision, an old water stain almost resembling an old woman in a hat.  She scooted down a bit, wrapping her arms around herself for warmth as the cold wooden bench started to put her butt to sleep again.  Chris only just kept herself from looking at her watch again - the chattering of the other people in the police station belied the time, and Chris wanted to believe it was earlier in the evening.    “Ms. Wright?”  a deep, bass voice rumbled through Chris’ head as she sat up with a start.  “Sorry if I woke you up.  I didn’t think anyone could sleep through this chaos.” Chris rubbed her eyes with the backs of her hands.  “That’s okay, Detective Morris, I wasn’t really sleeping,” she said, stretching her arms and legs straight out in front of herself.  “I was just wondering if this place