An occasional breeze caused it to flap above them. She and Kelsey were alone, friend seated across from friend at a plastic green table. Sadie reached over the table and grabbed Kelsey’s hand. “How are you doing?” Kelsey was paler than usual. Tired. Defeated. Sadie hated seeing her this way. “I want it to end.” “So do I. At least we can hide here for now. There’s food. Drinks. Shelter. We can wait it out.” “What if it never ends?” How do I answer that? She usually had an answer for any question Kelsey posed. She loved her friend and would do anything for her, but Kelsey was quite simple-minded in a sense. “All we can do is stick together and survive. Right?” Kelsey nodded with some hesitation. That nod. There is something else. “You’re thinking about Scot?” “I mean, what are the chances of us ending up together last night? Do you think it’s a sign?” Sadie dismissed this. “I think we lived in a small town. Jeff went looking for him.
What do You think about Four (Their Dead Lives,1)?
