another cold back seat. shaking under old wool blankets. bad country roads. no seat belts then. hockey game on the radio. remembering a song he heard one time. blessed sleep. dreaming. the pain that comes with never waking up. maybe sometime after midnight. the way he did.
Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.
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