The Hidden Garage

She hated that party. The music was too loud, the compliments too shallow, and the air too thick with perfume. So, she slipped away, following a back staircase down, down, down until she found herself in an empty underground garage.

The concrete echoed every click of her heels. Her car was the only one left, its silhouette waiting in shadow. She dropped her shoes onto the hood, climbed inside, and pressed the start button.

The sound tore through the garage like thunder rolling through a canyon. She smiled for the first time all night.

Heels off. Engine on. Reverb.