Let Lips do what hands do

With their families no longer speaking to one another, let alone taking vacations and celebrating holidays, the two crossed paths under the stars and embraced. Then, a passionate kiss. “Are you ready for this?” They discuss their plan to fake their deaths and hitch their way to the more tolerant streets of San Francisco or Vancouver or anywhere…but here. They put the ’65 Volkswagen in gear before guiding it over the cliff.  They watch the car flip and crash and begin to burn and smile. But realizing they left their runaway packs in the backseat drains all happiness from their faces and their hearts. “We have to get them.” They run down the road as far as they can and then stumble down the cliff. The smoke makes it hard to see and even harder to breathe. They can, however, hear the sirens loud and clear. Scraped, lashed, and bleeding, the authorities would assume they’d been thrown from the car. And, thanks to the mercy of the Almighty, both had been spared in spite of their wicked intentions and sinful ways. Reform was imminent. Flashlights begin to spot light all around them, and the two girls run: one towards what’s left of the back seat of the car, the other out of the streams of light. The car explodes sending huge razors of shrapnel in all directions. The one left hiding in what was darkness looks up and does not move as huge pieces of metal rain down upon her. [250 words]