Long Night


Frankie walked around the car. He checked the rear passenger tire again, shook his head, and peered up and down the road, lit by a handful of lights as far as he could see.

He checked his phone; barely a bar and barely a charge. 2:23 a.m. Going to be a long night, as if it isn't already. He doubted there'd be passersby before dawn.

He cursed out loud, sat on the ground by the bumper, and pulled out a cigarette. Thanks goodness I didn't throw these away yet.

He lit up, inhaled, and jumped at the bone-chilling howl.

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Ed Dzitko

Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can. (John Wesley)

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