Short Story: Red Flag 🚩
Creepy summer road trip.
He opened up. I think he chose me because of my big Yale sweatshirt that went down to my knees or my red scrunchie. I fear it also could’ve been my legs. His car was cool, new, and smelled good. Don’t they say men look like their cars? Or is it their dogs?
He told me about his mom’s cherry pie. He told me about his college buddy’s new beach house on the …