Literature
And Our Dad Was Leonard Church: Ages 20-26 Part 3
Four footsteps, two sets, smacked against the concrete of the sidewalk. South was practically dragging the kid. He couldn't keep up with her pace, and he hadn't slept. South hadn't slept either, but did he see her complain?
The street lights illuminated islands of yellow around their bases under which the woman pulled the boy. She didn't know how much time she had. She didn't know how long it would take for Maine to kill Wash –how much time she had to escape. However, all she knew was she had to get away faster, faster, faster! This kid wasn't helping any.
"Pick up your feet! Come on! Do you want to end up like your father?" she hissed.