my luck is green, my number 13

Recount-collect…
the car is green.forest green. and for some reason today my hands slip from 10 and 2. Faster now the roads are empty, the occasional street lamp lights up jon’s face-followed quickly by darkness once more. we are alone.

jon.
my passenger, my co-pilot..right hand. His voice faded what seems like hours ago. but i nod when the smiles become directed my way. His rants are too difficult to comprehend-my mind long gone..dreaming..

hands-as if on their own-reach for the pack of Marlboro lights in my cup holder. lighter quickly follows. The window rolls down a bit lower and i am suddenly aware of the night noises that come with missouri corn fields…

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“hideaway”