I kept glancing around, worried about spotting any cops.

Second Spirit -8-
by Melanie Brown
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Holding my hand tightly, Kajika led me through the bus depot’s parking lot. I kept glancing around, worried about spotting any cops. I was also still afraid of seeing those two criminals. We had no idea if they’d been caught or not.

Being noonish, it was already sweltering hot, and the heat bouncing off the asphalt of the parking lot just made things worse. I tugged on Kajika’s hand.

“I’m thirsty,” I whined as we approached the bus terminal.