Build Your Own Electric Car
She could see them against the night sky, wading through the rain-soaked heather. “The gods are with me,” the girl mumbled, but her Build Your Own Electric Car was filled with terror. She dropped to a crouch, her face sweating with fear, her head whipping around as she searched for a place to hide. Never in her eight years had she been alone, and never had she felt that she was about to die. The grass swayed in the wind. Clouds churned across the crescent moon. In the distance an owl screeched and fell silent. How she wanted to run, to fly like a shade.
