Running Through the Hills
Blue Sleighty
Copyright 2011 by Blue Sleighty
Smashwords Edition
ISBN Number: 978-1-4660-4372-5
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Running Through the Hills by Blue Sleighty © Blue Sleighty
The sound of the rhythmic, "Crunch . . . Crunch . . . Crunch . . . Crunch", of my thick, springy, rubber-cleat-soled boots, stepping on the loose gravel along the side of the road in near-perfect time to Lisa's, was growing annoying as hell to me. We had lapsed into silence as we walked along in the darkness of night. Silence between close friends is not as difficult as silence between the unfamiliar. But, silence between close friends in a 'tiff' is a bit tense and rife with angst. We hadn't seen a car since the motor of Lisa's Acura ceased to turn. And, as we had run out of gas and, we were now stranded in the middle of a really secluded ranching area, with no where to run to, we were stuck with dealing with each other, no matter how we felt.