700 words of nighttime Indiana driving for dearest rigby @burnt-avocado <3
inspired by change by djo himself
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Balmy wind breezes through the open car window, the rounded lip of the glass digging into the flesh of your arm. Your hand hangs limp out in the night that rushes past, and your listless fingers comb through the air.
State Road 37 is empty at this time of night. Speed limit is 70, but he’s going 85. The constant susurration of cicadas is drowned out by the hum of the car, and the lonely headlights of Steve’s BMW remain the only thing breaking the impenetrable night, sweeping past fields of corn and soybeans.