Midwest Story Night #21

Now I was waiting for Martha to buzz me

Maybe it was lack of imagination rather than lack of confidence.

She looked into the rearview mirror and adjusted it until a blade of light fell across her eyes.

“It’s not all the time. She’s rich. She just can’t handle her drugs.”

Through her window the buildings grew bigger and wider and greyer as we entered the business district.

The impact was on the driver’s side. Both windows, which had been down in the early summer, exploded with a pop, and glass rained down on my head.

I took the bus home.

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Authors
Chuck Palahniuk