Actually it was more of a memory than a dream. Her family was on their way out of town. Mr. Long, her father, saw the stories about Greenbelt on the news. He immediately demanded that his wife and daughter quickly pack their things. After stopping at the pharmacy and emptying the safe, they made the mistake of getting on the interstate. Mister and missus Long were arguing in the front seat. To Amber, they always seemed to be arguing. And often their arguments were over nothing. She’d have to sit in the backseat and endure their nonsense. A barrier made of earbuds and music off her phone usually kept Amber out of her parents’ quarrels. So she’d fully absorb herself in boom bap and 80s hair metal. It worked…most of the time. With her forehead against it, Amber looked out the window. Some Def Leppard poured into her ears. She stared at the same car for fifteen minutes. It nor any other vehicle budged. Amber heard her mother’s grating voice through the loud rock.
