Lake Lewisia #1392

[scrubjayspeaks]

When she slipped out of the house that had to stop being her home, unsure where to go or how to get there, the latest bruise was turning greenish on her cheek, and the tandem bicycle at the end of the driveway was yellow. “There’s plenty of room for your bag in the back,” the strange middle-aged woman at the front said, jerking her thumb toward the dollhouse-like shack somehow balanced precariously on the end of the bike. There wasn’t time to answer all her questions, but no respectable serial killer would go about on a yellow tandem bike, so when the stranger said, “You’ll have to help pedal, but that’s good for the heart in more than one way,” she accepted a helmet and the notion that escape takes many forms.

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LL#1392