Winter 2008 • Vol. XXX No. 1 FictionJanuary 1, 2008 |

Marshmallow People

They had what they thought was a one-night stand, but when the night became the day, they were still together. More than together, but traveling together, driving down the coast, kids with nothing but her fast car, her credit cards, and the weekend away from the restaurant where they worked. Call it a road trip at daybreak. They pulled off the highway and up to a McDonald's, and while he ran in for Egg McMuffins and sixteen-ounce coffees, she checked her cell, which she had happily turned off last night and which now felt as heavy as a rock with messages—most from her mother. She played the last message first, to cut to the chase, and was relieved to hear nothing but background noise, as her ditsy mother didn't even know how to even leave a message properly. Soon they were back on 95 South, past Columbia, South Carolina, in the last fifty miles before the Georgia border, where the sides of the road were turning swamplike and foul smells were working their way inside the ca

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