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Submitted to Contest #309
Beth gripped the wheel, hands dutifully stationed at ten and two o’clock. This final stretch of Old Pecos Trail, where the s-curves stopped and the asphalt rolled out straight as a ribbon, had a way of bringing out the complacency in people. This is where they’d let their guard down, glancing at messages or changing their music—where, purposefully or not, they’d want to speed up. In forty years, the view hadn’t changed much—with the exception of Beth’s hands, of course. Time had aged them: stealing her rings and swelling her knuckles; pushin...
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