Go

             Here we go. Jess thought as she rolled her window down and put her hand out.  She let the wind dance through her fingers and inhaled as if she was trying to smell the pine for the last time.  The air was crisp, a little cooler than normal at this time of year.  As a child she would always roll the windows down and hang out as far as her mother would let her. Little Jess would stretch out her arms as far as they would reach, to her she was flying.  She would sometimes have red marks from her hair whipping her in the face, she never cared.  To feel that free sometimes it has to burn a little.

            Jess hung her head out of the window some and let the wind whip her face.  She was ready for the burn.  She accepted it at this point.  She was ready to burn for her freedom when he came for her.