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A Scarred Wonderland
Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: MadMartigan, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories
I. Giant, multicolored sails litter the rolling turquoise waves of the Pacific. From this distance, they’re like flecks of paper Mache swaying back and forth in the wind, waving little goodbyes as they drift farther and farther out. There’s a hard metallic clank as the hatch locks into place. “All set,” a twanging southern voice calls out. In the mirror, a slim shape in a tank top and a straw Stetson gives a thumbs-up, a radiant smile etched on a heart shaped face. Abigail has this weird ritual for customers. Once the hatch slams shut, you lean on the horn a few times. The dazzling smile she always gave as she narrated a giggling tale of weird nostalgia left you weak in the knees. Abby just had that magic about her. This is the only time since I met her that I don’t answer. My mind is stuck on the spin cycle of chaos and it won’t shut off. I don’t hear her shout my name, or notice her tap on the windshield with her knuckles. I don’t hear the crunch of gravel as she wanders off. But I sure as hell hear the brutal crack of a pistol when she returns. My eyes swim red and I let out a high-pitched shriek of fear. I have a death grip on the steering wheel when I find her, hips cocked, a finger plugging one ear, and a slim arm pointing a cowboy revolver into the dirt. She winces when her eyes refocus on mine. She mouths a regretful apology as she walks back to the truck. “Bad habits from a crazy granddaddy,” she mutters, leaning in over the rolled down passenger window. She pushes ...