Fiction

Short Story: The Last Highway

This is another car ride story, but this time of a very different nature.  It ends up in the town that is the focus of my novel, “Ghost Road.” It was published in the January/February 2013 issue of Eclectica. It made the list of the 50 most notable stories of 2013, the initial phase of the 2014 storySouth’s Million Writers award.

We get into the car. The entire journey should take us in the neighborhood of ten hours. We do not have very much with us. There isn’t time. We linger by the entrance to the expressway as if hoping someone will come after us, calling us back with urgent news. This does not happen. Before noon, we are in the upper reaches of Massachusetts, preparing to enter New Hampshire.

“Did you see that guy?”

“Which?”

My father is looking through the rearview mirror on his side. I did not allow him to drive, much to his chagrin. I haven’t seen any guy go past. I do not know what he is talking about.

“Driving like a bat out of hell.”

“I didn’t notice.”

“You know, some guys feel they have to show off. I never felt that way.”

“Comfortable with who you are, right Dad?”

“Yes, I was.”

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