Escape
“Please, pull over and invite me,” Mallory pled silently to the passing truck, “I’ll jump in. I’ll go with you.” The grey Ford F150 stopped, not to offer a ride, but in obedience to the corner stop sign. Her eyes rested on the door, imagining herself jumping into the passenger seat. The truck paused momentarily, then purred down the lamppost lit street, her eyes followed its departure. A set of bright headlights drew her gaze. Peering intensely as the smaller…