Headlights from the truck froze the droplets in the air. The old engine screamed through the dusk, carving it like a soulful harmonica. That one sound, the steady breath that rips reality and brings men to their knees. In the cab, every bump and hole is felt.
The moon was a halo shrouded by clouds. With every heartbeat, the wiper blades did what they could against the constant onslaught. Max is howlinapos; now. Whimpering too. Youapos;ll be fine pup, just hold on. Canapos;t blame him. Between the weather and the smoke to choke, this is no sunday drive.
"Easy boy." Is said and thatapos;s the end of the matter. For me at least. Max keeps yelpinapos;.
I crank down the window a smidge and toss out the butt. Enough that the cab clears before Iapos;ve got it rolled back up. Towards the orange glow on the horizen, then I�turn round the hill and thereapos;s the levee.
"If it keeps on raininapos;," I say to Max.
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In a far and distant land,
there fared a maid of worn left hand
who searched on for the properest man
of suiting.
And we know,
That she searched both hi and low
and back and forth and to and fro
but never could she find the man
she came for.
And so
On she went
to circumvent
the terrors of the ovulant
but never could she find what meant
was for her.
And
It wasnapos;t till sheapos;d had her fill
of men whoapos;d claimed that they could kill
the longing of her heart and all its
passions.
That she gave up her quest
despite her longing soulapos;s protest
and she found another way that she
could live
forever.
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The truck caught some air over a hill and Max let out a howl of terror that sounded distinctly human.
"Agggghhhhhhhhh----ahhhhh"
We were doin about 120 down this straight stretch through the fields. The red and blue lights were still in the rear view. Theyapos;d been there for about an hour.
"Fuck it. Hold on Max"
He stumbles on the seat as we turn violently and we howl in chorus now---
"Agggggggghhhhhh----ahhhhh"
The bumper slices the green stalks and corn lands on my windshield. The wipers do what they can. We zig and zag through the maize and the lights disappear.
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