Black Malibu
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
It sat there in that row of cars like a hole in the light.
I check the Fire Finder. Bearings don’t lie.
There’s always a jar you shake too hard with people like you.
Let the phone tell the truth when your mouth can’t.
She opened her mouth.
A thousand years. Still going.
The steam wand hisses.
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
Vanilla musk. She never changes.
Lucy trembled…
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.