Prompt- She may or may not of loaded the trunk with C4.
John turned to me and stared into my hazel eyes as I stared into his green pair. Never did I think I would be here, sitting in the desert, with my boyfriend, and I hadn't even told him what I had put in the trunk.
"So, what's next on our journey, my dear?" He whispered as we stared at the jet black sky, dotted with white specks.
"Take a look in the trunk."
"Why?"
"I may or may not have packed it with C4."
"Oh you silly girl you." He planted a kiss on my cheek.
The trunk was loaded to the brim. I was ready to have some fun. Not only with the C4, but with John. You are so nasty, NOT LIKE THAT! We were going to dance.
"May I have this dance?"
As we danced, the sand beneath us crunched, and the sun slowly rose. We had work that needed to be done.
Lots of work.
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Junk Mail
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