Fantasy Drabble #207 “In Sheep’s Clothing”

They drove in silence, two hours, three; he was still angry. Eventually, after seeing a sign for a rest stop, she said, “Feel like stopping yet?”

“Not really.”

She watched another sign for the rest stop go by. “I need to go.”

He sighed. “All right.” He faded down the offramp and pulled into a parking space near the Welcome Center.

She got out, breathed in the fresh air. Immediately she knew how many people were there, what sort of diet they kept, how many were menstruating.

He called testily out the car window. “Low profile.”

She breathed again. “Sure.”

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