Friday Noir: Between A Habit And A Dream


Hard to tell where it happened.

Some dusty town somewhere probably.

Always seesm to be one.

There was a plan.

That plan got busted.

She always said be careful.

But if anything were happen, she wouldn’t hang around.

Darned if she weren’t right.

Didn’t matter how much loot was in trunk.

Sometimes the plan just doesn’t work out.

At least not the way you intended.

Check the oil.

Fill the tires.

Head out down the road, smell the asphalt coming up from the heat.

Try to make some time.

Maybe you find her down the line.

© Mark V. Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | All Rights Reserved 2013


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