• Creative Writing

    Rokko-shidare

    O watched the road with a concentration that sat heavy on her forehead, pulling her brow in a hardened expression that left her tense despite the ease at which Q maneuvered the car along the mountainside. They drove in comfortable silence, with the wind pressing against the car in a slow building howl that echoed off the window pane. She sucked in a breath, then blew out through parted lips, forming an O to match the sound of the wind. It was quiet besides the occasional note whispered through the stereo speakers. Her eyes were trained on the white lines painted across the pavement, worn from the weather and brief…