The Dawn Run

The house was still, filled with sleeping bodies and empty bottles. Last night had been a blur of music, laughter, and promises she didn’t believe. Now the first blush of dawn spilled across the horizon, and she couldn’t stay a moment longer.

She tiptoed across the courtyard, heels in hand, the dew soaking her bare feet. The car was parked at the edge of the drive, facing east. She dropped the shoes onto the passenger floor, climbed in, and started the engine.

It roared to life, louder than the birdsong, sharper than the morning light. She hit the road, chasing the sunrise until the night was gone.

Heels off. Engine on. Beginning.