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!