Quick On The Road
Just as I braced myself to act, the bus lurched back to life, its engine growling like a beast roused from slumber. Startled, I snapped into motion, shifting gears and easing into traffic, determined to stay on its tail. The city buzzed around me, a blur of movement and noise, but I kept a careful distance, weaving through the streets with quiet determination. I couldn’t afford to lose sight of that bus—not now. My focus had sharpened to a single point: stay close, no matter what.
Quick On The Road
Driven By Will
The road unfurled ahead, slick with rain, and I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the worn leather grounding me in the moment. There was no turning back now. Every part of me was locked into this pursuit, like a detective chasing down the final threads of a mystery with only fragments to go on. I didn’t need all the answers—just one more lead, one more clue, to drag the truth out of the shadows and into the light.
Driven By Will
