Sunday, April 10, 2011


She slammed the car door and walked a little ways down the dusty road.
He watched her wait for the next car to come along. What started the argument anyway?
She had insisted he put her out along the side of the road.
Maybe if he sat quietly she would return to the car.
This route was a long and lonely one. If she got into the wrong car she wouldn’t be in trouble because he would follow close behind. Making sure the next driver realized what he was doing.

The trunk load of contraband wouldn’t be in jeopardy as long as he made it to the border by half past eleven.


1 comment:

Salvatore Buttaci said...

Tricky Jeanette! A lover's quarrel? No, a drug deal! Yikes!!

Sal Buttaci