Dave knelt down and cleared twigs from a patch of dirt. He drew a snaking line.

“This is the river. And this,” another line, “is the road. If you get there first, you can maybe flag someone down. If I get there first, I get you.”

They looked at each other. Stella knew he wouldn’t give her another chance.

She ran.

Thorns tore at her legs, branches smacked her arms.

The road came into view. He tackled her, pinning her to the ground.

“Get off.”

“You know what you gotta do.”

“Fine. My Close Encounters DVD is yours.”

Ugh. Brothers.

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