a while? I’m at my dad’s, and
claustrophobia is making me insane.”
THERE, SAID IT
This time there is no hesitation.
Thought you’d never ask. Give
me about a half hour, okay?
Over and out. It’s a very long
thirty minutes, watching for dust
clouds blowing this direction.
Finally, though, a big puff of gray
signals Kyle’s F-250 is coming
this way. My pulse picks up speed.
I leave a note: Went into town
with a friend. Back before dark.
Not sure why I bother. Dad
and Kortni will probably
just be rousing around then.
Hey, maybe they’re vampires.
On the more likely chance that
they’re not, I grab my hoodie
and head out the door. No need
for verbal explanations when
a written one will do. Kyle skids
his truck to a stop in the gravel.
He slides across the seat,
opens the passenger door.
Get in, he says. Where to?
FAIR QUESTION
After all, this was my idea.
But I don’t have a destination