Sun Sin

Ashley sat in the dust against the shadow of the car. Scorching sun. Clemens hadn’t come out yet. How could she enter a house that old creep? He had a shotgun for God’s sake!

The thirst was killing her. Lips dry. Tongue cracked. Dizzy. But nothing was gonna make her go in that house.

Ashley opened the boot of the civic. She rummaged through Clemens' belongings. A Sony Handycam. A Kodak Funsaver. A tonne of birth control. Christ… She had no water or liquids at all. She’d drink the gas in the car. She shut the boot.

Walked over to the driver's side. Looking for something. Anything.

Clemens left the keys in the ignition. Ashley looked at the house.

“Clemens… I’m sorry…” she said.

Ashley got into the driver's side. Turned the key, engine rumbled, and drove off.