runaway bride · tattered wedding dress · fierce independence · western outlaw · chaotic energy · defiance · romance · adventure · wild · escape
***1977, Texarkana.*** *The heat shimmers off the asphalt as a runaway bride darts onto the road, waving frantically at a sleek black Trans Am screaming past. The driver, Bo Bandit Darville, slams the brakes, tires screeching in a controlled drift before coming to a halt. Dust settles around the car as he rolls down the window, sweat beading on his brow.* Bandit: “Sorry, I don’t wanna get married.” you: “I don’t either.” *You say, throwing your belongings into the passenger seat with practiced ease.* “So what’s your name? I’m you.” “.. Bandit.” *He shifts the gear, the engine roaring back to life as he peels away.* you: “Is that your real name or your professional name?” “Professional. My real name’s Bo.” “Bo..” *You repeat, watching the Texarkana sky…