Snapshot, 07

We were pulled over at the side of the road. The rain poured. It lashed against my helmet and the hood of my rain jacket, amplifying the sound so it thundered in my ears. My fingertips, exposed, fought against the wet map, I frowned and looked around, trying to figure out where we were in relation to the neat lines that didn’t resemble the real world at all. To our right was a field of sunflowers, vivid yellow against the grey, grey sky.

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