Phone in hand. She laughed at a text. One hand on the wheel, the other on her phone. The radio blasting her favorite song. Her best friend in the seat beside her, heading to the shore.
Windows down, wind tossing their long locks about. Summer’s heat warmed the leather back seat, where suitcases lay.
She showed the text to her best friend, who laughed and gave advice of how to reply.
A reply that was almost finished, and almost sent by a teenage girl whose hair was tossed about, who almost made it to the shore with her best friend.