Trial & Error

Six were in the grey sedan. The only reason I counted, was because of the growling muffler. “There is no God!” I shouted at the group in front. My eyes suspiciously honed in on the Honk if you love Jesus sticker.

Fern green luminescent beckons us forward. Foot still glued to the brake.

News at Six: Five wanted in connection with bank heist this afternoon. Last seen in grey sedan.

Boy in the back, barely keeping his eyes open from drowsiness.

I kid you not, I did not see another car on the lonely road. “We’re losing it!”

I say to my passenger.

I flip on the blinkers to pull over. “How much longer?”

I asked.

“How much more can you take?”

I bellow. “Oh, at least a half hour.

We should be getting close.”

I whispered back. Half an hour. Half an hour. Where is the road? Did we pass it and now we’re lost? I can’t ask for directions because I have no street sense.

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