The Mustang
The Mustang By Anon Allsop Driving alone in the desert, Brock sped along listening to the sweet sound of his BMW. He had been on the road for the past two days since leaving St. Louis, headed for what he thought would be a great life in sunny southern California. Humming to himself as he drove down the lonely stretch of highway as the sunlight began to cast yellow, orange and red into the early morning sky. The day promised to be exquisite with the temperature hovering in the...