Tailgate
By PT
The sun starts to drop.
Their legs kick through air off the edge of the tailgate. He had been looking up for the past three hours. She had been deep in thought.
“Pizza,” she responds.
“That’s what you’ll miss?”
“Nothing like it at home. You?”
He pauses. “Nothing.” He looks up. “I’m ready to get outta here.”
“And if they leave us here?”
“They wouldn’t. They have enough fuel. I mean… they wouldn’t.” He pauses. “They wouldn’t.”
She leans back on her other elbow. Takes a deep breath. “Sun’s almost gone. What do you want to do while we wait?”
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