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     The sun has already fled the skies, leaving only speckles of dark red amongst the clouds. All is quiet except for the hum of the occasional car on the road, and the chirping of insects in the brush. There is the clang of metal against metal followed by the loud moaning creak of the hinges of opening gates. A boy of about fourteen walks through, followed by a girl of the same age. She gently turns to latch the gate shut, and hurries to the young boy. His dark hair is streaked wet, and his entire body shivers as he staggers towards the car.
     In the car, the lights are dimmed, and a woman is sitting in the driver’s seat, looking worriedly at the two of them. The young girl runs forward to slide open the door, and they clamber into the back seat. The woman takes a look back at them before she starts the car.
     “You okay, dear?” she asks.
     “I’m fine,” answers the boy stolidly.
     There is a brief hum of the engines igniting; the lights flicker off, and all is silent once more. The boy’s eyes are transfixed on the road beyond the dashboard and all is quiet. The girl turns to him and takes his arms in hers. He turns to face her, and manages a smile through his blue, broken lips. He holds up his hands for her to see.
     “Oh my gosh…” she exclaims as she runs her hands over his pale, withered fingers.
     She throws her arms around the boy’s shivering body and presses herself against him. All is quiet again, except for the soft drone of tires over gravel.
     “What was it?” the girl asks.
     “Fifty two,” the boy replies in weary voice.
     “I’m so sorry,” says the girl quietly, pressing herself closer.
     For a long time, all is still. Then, the girl feels the fingertips gently caressing her hair. She glances up bemusedly, a beautiful smile lighting upon her face. The boy is smiling too, despite the tiredness in his eyes. He runs his fingertips down the length of her body, as if there was never a more effective way of warming his frozen hands. The boy looks as if he is about to speak, his lips drift apart, but he remains silent as if he were too weary to talk.  The girl remains smiling as she reaches up to press his cheeks against hers. The boy leans against her shoulders as she wraps him within her arms, and soon his tired eyes are shut.

     As the car rolls along the freeway, the woman in the driver’s seat calls out, “Hey, the moon. Look at the moon, you two.”
     There is no reply, and glancing up in the rear-view mirror, she finds only two lovers asleep in each other’s arms.

Description
     The sun has already fled the skies, leaving only speckles of dark red amongst the clouds. All is quiet except for the hum of the occasional car on the road, and the chirping of insects in the brush. There is the clang of metal against metal followed by the loud moaning creak of the hinges of opening gates. A boy of about fourteen walks through, followed by a girl of the same age. She gently turns to latch the gate shut, and hurries to the young boy. His dark hair is streaked wet, and his entire body shivers as he staggers towards the car.
     In the car, the lights are dimmed, and a woman is sitting in the driver’s seat, looking worriedly at the two of them. The young girl runs forward to slide open the door, and they clamber into the back seat. The woman takes a look back at them before she starts the car.
     “You okay, dear?” she asks.
     “I’m fine,” answers the boy stolidly.
     There is a brief hum of the engines igniting; the lights flicker off, and all is silent once more. The boy’s eyes are transfixed on the road beyond the dashboard and all is quiet. The girl turns to him and takes his arms in hers. He turns to face her, and manages a smile through his blue, broken lips. He holds up his hands for her to see.
     “Oh my gosh…” she exclaims as she runs her hands over his pale, withered fingers.
     She throws her arms around the boy’s shivering body and presses herself against him. All is quiet again, except for the soft drone of tires over gravel.
     “What was it?” the girl asks.
     “Fifty two,” the boy replies in weary voice.
     “I’m so sorry,” says the girl quietly, pressing herself closer.
     For a long time, all is still. Then, the girl feels the fingertips gently caressing her hair. She glances up bemusedly, a beautiful smile lighting upon her face. The boy is smiling too, despite the tiredness in his eyes. He runs his fingertips down the length of her body, as if there was never a more effective way of warming his frozen hands. The boy looks as if he is about to speak, his lips drift apart, but he remains silent as if he were too weary to talk.  The girl remains smiling as she reaches up to press his cheeks against hers. The boy leans against her shoulders as she wraps him within her arms, and soon his tired eyes are shut.

     As the car rolls along the freeway, the woman in the driver’s seat calls out, “Hey, the moon. Look at the moon, you two.”
     There is no reply, and glancing up in the rear-view mirror, she finds only two lovers asleep in each other’s arms.