Number 8 (2006)
“Esmerelda I give up hunting for a seatbelt. I can smell spearmint and Rocky’s pine forest aftershave. It would be a nice smell if it weren’t Rocky’s. I try not to breathe it in. There’s not a speck of sand or a smear of muddy shoe or one candy wrapper to be seen. Mom would love the way this car is kept. The thought of Mom makes tears spring up. I swallow and press my nose against the window, trying to make out where we’re going.
Trees, houses, shops flash past like familiar faces in a dream.... We’re going so fast the world is drowning in a river of light and dark. I can feel Badman’s fear blowing in hot waves against my arm. We’re crammed like sardines in this backseat. It isn’t meant for two. As we take another corner I smash my funny bone against the window ledge. I’ve never felt less like laughing.
I close my eyes. I don’t know which is better—looking or not looking. I dig my nails into my palm to make sure I’m awake, that this is really happening.MoreLess
Trees, houses, shops flash past like familiar faces in a dream.... We’re going so fast the world is drowning in a river of light and dark. I can feel Badman’s fear blowing in hot waves against my arm. We’re crammed like sardines in this backseat. It isn’t meant for two. As we take another corner I smash my funny bone against the window ledge. I’ve never felt less like laughing.
I close my eyes. I don’t know which is better—looking or not looking. I dig my nails into my palm to make sure I’m awake, that this is really happening.MoreLess
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