The car parked at the end of the street was just like any other car at the end of any other street. Except . . . this was Kristy’s street – and it was HIS car.

Slamming the screen door Kristie strode to the driver’s window – reached out – tapped – HARD.

“Dang it, Austin! Get off my street! I don’t want you here. Get on – get out!

The window lowered. “You’ve got the wrong car, girlie. I ain’t Austin. But I’d be happy to get to know you, if you know what I mean.”

Kristie’s face contorted with pain. The screen door slammed behind her.

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VV’s 100 word challenge this week is CONTORTED.