“…shit.”
The sounds tapered off into a desperate exhale. One trip, cost me both of them. Indian Porn Water rushed down the windshield like I was driving through a waterfall. Almost all wood and stone. They fought to make themselves heard above the drone of the rain’s chaotic tempo. My brain went back in time once more. Yet the calm somehow remained. Adrenaline and fury are a very explosive mix. Their tone shifted, for just a split second, from a shockingly deep, purple to an almost cerulean, blue. The distance between us, tauntingly close. Our faces moved precariously close again. His eyes grew big, then wanting. “It’s jjjust… I mean if I was, I’d have won Powerball by now and been able to afford creative writing classes. Or spill their pain in words without knowing where to start, or how to phrase it.
