Literature
Fender
"Hey, are you okay?" a young man with soft-brown hair said. He held a hand out hesitantly. "What's your name?"
"Uh
Tonya." The battered girl took the shaking hand and stood. The hot asphalt of the road sizzled on the skin of her right foot, heating the flat shoe on the left.
"Here," the man said, "let me take you to the hospital or somewhere
Are you badly hurt?" Tonya looked down at herself and instantly wished she hadn't. Her jeans were torn open in various places, revealing a gleaming red or in some places a chalky black.