What can YOU say in six sentences?
After the party, I climb into the driver’s seat, start the engine, and glide out, alone, onto Highway 86, heading north, away from Tempe.
Thank god I only had two drinks.
Squeezed inside its skin, like adult fingers in a child’s glove, the young Rattler lies invisibly coiled in the backseat.
I cross over the Arizona Canal, notice I’m making pretty good time, then think, Shit, I left my jacket—the expensive leather one-- back at Ray’s house.....Nah, it’s gotta’ be there in the back, somewhere.
With my left hand on the wheel and my eyes fixed on the road ahead, I stretch my right arm into the backseat’s low-lying silence.