Michael Widmann, writer

We were five in total. Young and ready to be gone. The van we inhabited soon grew heavy with the haze of forbidden smoke as laughter rang out. As we moved across the open plains, the sun let slip a sliver, peeking over the center of the long, flat distance ahead. A new day was beginning. Miles stretched out behind as the stress of tests and teachers melted away....

The Janesville Doll (6) We were five in total. Young and ready to be gone. The van we inhabited soon grew heavy with the haze of forbidden smoke as laughter rang out. As we moved across the open plains, the sun let slip a…

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