#WritcoStoryChallenge
The car accelerated before the signal turned green. The driver was unfazed by the danger of the incoming cars. She had tears in her eyes and hope in her heart. What she didn't have was knowledge. Knowledge of how fragile that hope was. In her hand, she carried an empty suitcase, full of memmories. It was leather bound, with deep gashes and scratches. She slowed down near a small house on the edge of the night. As she got out of her car, she felt the howling wind of memories which clung to her eyes and drew out faint...