BIT GAG

“It looked like she’d slammed her fingers in the hood of the car on purpose but I couldn’t tell. She walked to the driver’s side, got in, and calmly started the engine as if nothing ever happened.

“”Where to now?”” she asked, looking in the rear-view mirror at an empty landscape.

Because the rope she’d used to tie my hands together immobilized me totally, I grunted and drooled in a code I’d created specifically to say the word, “”forward.””

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* BIT GAG is an experimental road story. “