The Pits
florida. horror. fiction.
Earl picked me up in that old Bronco, a high-sided box of a car that always felt like it was going to turn over. He was graduating in two weeks and I wasn’t anyone’s girlfriend for the first time since Freshman year.
We drove out Palmetto Road to get Twistee Treat and he asked me if I’d ever been to the mines.
“Not since …
