As I dealt with my discombobulated bearings, which were truly amiss, I got an unexpected low hum in my ear that couldn’t possibly have come from anyplace else but the driveway.
I, in a dizzingly confused state, turned around apprehensively to drop to my battered knees and stare at a car that I think I remember from a horrifying night that my best friend died.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 135)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads)