It's SammiScribbles Weekend Writing Prompt! Linda hit the brakes when “Endless Love" came on the radio, oblivious to screeching tires and crunching metal. .
If you have to barter for love, it's lust in disguise.
O, the times I'd tried to give you my heart, only to watch you furrow your brow smooth your mustache, and then turn on your heel and walk briskly back to your life — without so much as a backward glance.