The Impala had spent a lot of time in this parking lot the last few years, so much that it had begun to feel like home, if anything other than the open road ever could.

She was comfortable here, but she missed having him with her every day, behind her wheel. She was meant to be driven and he was meant to drive her, that's just how it was ( Read more... )

At this hour the parking lot was deserted, just rows of cars, sitting, waiting patiently for their owners to come back and drive them.

Just rows of cars...

Until one car, a 67 black impala shimmered in the dim lighting. Shimmered and then changed. A moment later the car was gone and a young woman with dark hair and lots of skintight leather stood ( Read more... )