“Hold tight, Shifter, this is going to be bumpy.”
The small vehicle careened down the incline, ploughing a deep trough and throwing up a cloud of dirt and sand.
Eventually it plunged through the tangled branches of a group of slender trees and bushes at the bottom, and
shuddered to a halt.
First Lines Contest 2017: Beloved Enemy
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