Fallout (Crank 3)

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