Her face slips away and its smile hides with it. In the mirror only the lights of anonymous highway cars can now be seen. So Lou stops looking at the rearview and tries looking ahead instead. To where they’re headed and what’s waiting for them when they get there. But his eyes don’t stay on the road in front of him. They roll back in his head, back to Arizona. Back to the train tracks. Even though they’re leaving town he can’t quite shake off the black specks of thought. These doubts and what ifs will begin to congregate and their chatter will drown out any modest music his happiness can make. Even after his happiness has been completely silenced he knows they won’t leave him alone. They’ll linger around the fairgrounds desperate for forgotten blood and dropped popcorn like rodeo crows.
From Nefarious Twit