she rolled one window down and began humming a tune.
i didn't want to bother her,
so i turned the radio volume down and remained silent.
have you ever thought about dying?
she suddenly asks.
am i . . .
am i, on a friday night, at almost eleven in the evening,
being asked about death?
i was stunned by her sudden question,
but answered anyway.
yeah, i guess,
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Short Storyyou stop not because you want to give it up, but because you want to set yourself free. and that's what she did. © 2016