Fallout (Crank 3)

“But your truck is history. So

is Mammoth. And what about us?”

I don’t care about my truck.

Don’t care about Mammoth.

All I care about is you. If any-

thing bad would have happened

to you, I would never have forgiven

myself. This is all my fault.

“No it’s not. Anyway, nothing bad

happened to me. You’re the one

with the broken bones, remember?”

He smiles. Hard to forget. Except

when they want to hold you.

Kind of like now, for instance.

My entire body heats with a warm

flood of love. But the truth of things

tempers it. “What will happen to us?”

He quiets me with a kiss. I don’t

know. But whatever happens, I swear

we’ll still be together. Somehow.

WE LEAVE THE “HOW”

To the future.

Settle for being together

right now. In this moment.

I’m pretty sure

I won’t see him again for

a while. Maybe a long while.

We’ll celebrate

Christmas safe and warm,

at least. Not buried by snow.