She pulled into the left lane and turned the radio up. The pure rock and roll sound of guitar and harmonica and drums resonated in her chest. She was angry at him for exposing her scars and angrier at herself for letting him know she cared. She hadn’t said a word. Her mouth and mind seemed anesthetized.
This wouldn’t do. She was going to have to get better at talking about her past. There were dirtier secrets in the world than hers. She’d have to learn to be a better liar if she was going to make it in politics.
This story was linked up with Lance’s 100 Word Song prompt over at My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. This week’s prompt was “Hotel Illness” by The Black Crowes. The three other stories I've linked up with the 100 Word Song prompt have all been inspired strictly by the lyrics songs. But this week's song sounded like the perfect song to have playing while driving a little too fast.