Joyride
“He saw Carole fall sideways to her knees, then sprawl out onto the grass. And he thought, She’s shot! Jesus! Us or him? After everything else. After a night he could only imagine.
He felt his stomach slide.
He ducked low around the car and began to run.
He knew it would be just like this.
No pain. He felt nothing but impact as the bullets hit him, a shower of tiny meteors, celestial bodies flattening against him, pouring through him, as he ascended through the weighty morning sunlight into the thinner nighttime sky that lay above. He knew that he’d been kind to them. To all those people who owed him their own ascendancy now.
He hadn’t meant to be kind. That was not the idea.
It was an irony that there was so much pleasure.
He didn’t mind. He forgave them all in a way.
All the insects who had ever stung him.
Bless you.
He screamed out his love for Carole Gardner. “I love you I love you I love you!” he screamed again and again even though he doubted she could hear him over the gunfire.
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