Throwback Thursday: A Short Story

In honor of me making preparations to continue on my novel journey, a very short story is the share for the day.

The Nightmares Never End In This Town (February 2012)

   I found him in a dream once. He was speeding down a highway in a junkyard van, the kind that kids should run away from. 'Mr. Big Stuff' was blaring out of the speakers leaving a trail behind for the wind to pick up. It must have carried that song through my window because I followed it to a janky truck stop right on the cusp of the twilight hour. I decided he was relieving himself and thought it best to do my business and be on my way back down the road.  

     I popped the trunk doors open, she was lying there motionless, as still as the stale air he'd trapped her in. I hovered over her, not expecting any reaction, running through all the statistics in my head. I figured she's already accounted for the number who don't make it out, it's the way the world turns. I'd hardly noticed I was crying until I felt the tears ricochet from her arm back onto my hand. That's when it happened; she stirred. One of the van doors slammed, he had not noticed that I'd crept inside. I slipped out with ease and floated back through my bedroom window, the wind as my ally. I wondered how I could save her before she ended up a memory, like me.