The Slick Black Snake, That Was The Highway



Benjamin turned, walked away from the headlights and carnage.

Recent memories of the violence; cycloned around his head, reflections seeking repose.

Finally he filed them away.

All except the one:

the final one.

He bided his time and at the bridge, numbly hurled the tire iron in the Schuylkill and walked on.


 

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