The: Ride M4p

The sky over Interstate 10 was the color of a healing bruise, deep purple at the edges with a core of sickly yellow. It was 11:47 PM. For Leo, the ride was always a reckoning.

“Dad. If you’re hearing this, you finally fixed the old iPod. Took you long enough.” the ride m4p

“I get it now. The road takes. It takes and takes. You thought I was angry about Mom. I wasn’t. I was angry because you stopped driving. After she died, you just… idled. You parked yourself in the garage of your own grief and let the battery drain.” The sky over Interstate 10 was the color