My piece for the weekly challenge over at the 100 Word Stories Podcast. Please check out the link to see the other stories, or to joy the challenge yourself.
Johnny Cash plays on the radio as we drive. The windows are down and warm summer air weaves through my hair as I lean out the passenger window. I get the feeling I’ll never experience something quite like this again, as we leave the funeral.
It’s strange how death can make you feel so alive. How songs become memories.
Because you’re mine, I walk the line. The words echo in my head as I look over at him, his eyes are on the road, on what is ahead of us. I can’t spend too much time looking behind, looking back.