Light My Way

They’d been driving for an hour.  He wasn’t convinced his eyes would open if he blinked. She ignored her ringing phone, eventually tossing it in the backseat.

They’d spent the weekend at her parents. When the argument started just after dinner, he slipped out for a smoke and bumped into her brother, who invited him into the garage to have a couple beer. Early the next morning, they left. Her parents still in pyjamas, stirring that powder into their coffee at the kitchen table.

They stopped at a flea market set up along the highway, hoping to find a lamp.

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