By Colleen Foley
The next small town boasted only six streets, but it had a garage and a diner. The mechanic checked the dents in my bumper.
“1970
Dodge Charger. Four door! They got popular again after them Vin
Diesel movies come out. Now, tell yer tale. What happened?”
Seth explained, leaving out the weirdness.
“So….you Tokyo drifted into a snow bank?”
One dirty look and two hundred dollars later, we were sitting in the Deep Dish Diner.
“Listen,
Nate. Right before the crash, a small patch of frost formed on the
windshield…some weird symbol. Looked like cloth on a loom”.
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