by Nigel G. Mitchell
Natalie Castillo watched the gas station attendant approach the bus driver, and held her daughter Liz tighter.
"That's ten gallons," the attendant growled. "How do you plan to pay for this?"
The bus driver looked over his shoulder at Natalie. He nodded.
The hands of the other passengers seized Natalie's arms and shoulders. She screamed as more hands wrenched her daughter out of her grasp.
The driver grabbed Liz by the neck and shoved her out of the passenger side door. As the bus headed across the desolate sands once more, the shrieks of her daughter faded into the wind.
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