Foreign Streets

night sky over city road

She knew how far away he was by his speed around each curve, racing unknowable the source of the longest road, far-flung around the globe, looping; the song inside him: loud, profound, fierce when he lived; once in a while, once upon a—when he knew where the music came from.

There?

Here.

Dangerously close to the edge, everywhere he needs to be, her nails in his palms, hips launched, he grinds the brakes and turns around.

Ruined a little. A curious little. A crazy little. A certain little bit.

~

Copyright © Kelly Huntson and findingwhatssweet.com

 

 

5 thoughts on “Foreign Streets

  1. This is so different, the enticement to let the reader make up the scene and try and imagine the story. Fascinating 🙂 🙂

  2. This was imagery at its best. Wonderful write, Kelly.

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