Night Trips 1989 Here

Leo watched her walk across the parking lot until the gray light swallowed her. Then he got back in the Buick. He rewound the Smiths tape to the beginning. He didn’t go home. Not yet.

“Then let’s fix that,” she said, and she ejected Disintegration from the tape deck. She dug into her duffel bag and pulled out a bootleg cassette with a handwritten label: “The Smiths – Louder Than Bombs (Side A only).” night trips 1989

“Trade you,” she said.

He pulled over. The gravel crackled under the tires. Leo watched her walk across the parking lot