He looked at her once, as she came to his side, and then, his paper, and then, her, again, right off the edge of her vision as she settled at his side, but she didn't look down. Or at him for long. Her eyes went back to the car, now turned a corner from the driveway it had exited and driving off into the trees, on the street beyond a long, well manicured, dark green lawn.
All black paneling, and all black windows, concealing the people who were inside of it.
Carrying them off ... away. As the car vanished beyond the far trees.
"It's going to be tough for them," her own voice said.
A tidal stir of impossibility and hope and reason under that surface. The weight of it, of them, still there on of those words. Not gone at all.
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Date: 2018-06-26 11:37 am (UTC)All black paneling, and all black windows, concealing the people who were inside of it.
Carrying them off ... away. As the car vanished beyond the far trees.
"It's going to be tough for them," her own voice said.
A tidal stir of impossibility and hope and reason under that surface.
The weight of it, of them, still there on of those words. Not gone at all.