Excerpt: The Sandlands

Coffee cup with straw in hand, Frieda sped past houses, offices and empty establishments on her roller blades, orange gold pony tail and the crimson kerchief tied to it trailing behind her. She looked back, strands of golden hair whipping in the air, and saw the two soldiers running. This brought a smile to her face.

They’re running after me? How fun. They’ll never catch – Fuck. Speed Pills.

Unfortunately for her, she was right. As she looked back, she noticed that they were coming closer and closer.

Fuck.