‘You can be my Bonnie, and I’ll be your Clyde.’ he said. ‘So where are we going, Clyde?’ she asked. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye, then flitted back to the road ahead. Both her soft hands were wrapped around the steering wheel, her fingernails were painted the colour of fire. …
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Born To Burn
They were in the cheapest room of some motel, on some highway to nowhere. She was sat on the edge of the bed, her arms outstretched behind her and pressed down on the mattress as she leaned back. The springs creaked and groaned. He loved her hair braided and how it hung over her shoulder …
