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Drive

Horror short story

White flecks circled in my tea but I steeled myself and sipped because she wasn't running to the papers as she should, in horror and glory ...

I was never a nervous driver until my Becky got her license. But then I discovered a car is also a weapon; every father's nightmare, and every mother's secret dream.

You can enjoy Drive as as part of Cacophony: Collected Short Stories Volume One.

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