Sunday, July 27, 2008

Stars and Trucks

Looking up from the bed of the pickup, he could see Cassiopeia. Even in his drunken state, she shone brightly in the sky. He tried to tell his fellow truck bed passengers but they would have none of it. He was smashed up against the cab, finding out with every bump that he wasn't as limber as he used to be. Suddenly, in a flash of sobriety, he realized what he was doing. He felt exposed and vulnerable. His friend said that he could see people watching them as they rode by. These people didn't care, but what if they did? They could be arrested, couldn't they? Riding through downtown crouched in the bed of a pickup must have consequences. But then they arrived at home, free and clear, with only the memory.



1 comment:

littleflecks said...

Stars and Trucks. Star and Trace.... those are too close, I was there. It's good to have your writing back, Dougby :)