Ruminations

There were no stars, only night bitter cold and black without the moonlight and when it smoked and coughed and sputtered I steered my Jeep to the shoulder and the flashers would not say the urgency and I fumbled for my phone I left back at the diner and with no one to hear me I talked incessantly, ranting until came the whisper said I was not alone.

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