On the dash he keeps a photo he wishes to forget. The long open road leads the mind to dark alleyways. Places not to be after dark – or before. Deadheading to a room with an empty chair. Pop-top echoes against bare walls. Hotdog in the microwave hisses a familiar song.
Colby Wrasse is still stumbling towards an uncertain future.
Really love the unexpected use of language jolting us at every turn!
So sad
Lived that life, Colby. You’ve captured it all too well, my friend.
Nice work!
Thanks Paul. I’m glad the story hit the mark. I wasn’t sure if it would work or not.