Midnight Skittles
One
It seemed like forever ago we set off into the warm summer night, still in familiar territory. Dark had just fallen when we left, and three hours later I was ready to nod off. I couldn’t imagine how tired he must be, especially driving in a straight line with no one else on the road. It was impossible to distinguish any change of scenery. All that was visible was the few hundred feet in front of us lit by the headlights.
I woke up to find the truck stopped at a gas station. I glanced at the clock on the dash; it read 12:00 exactly. He was outside, leaning against the truck as he topped off the tank. I sat up and realized there was something in the cup holder that hadn’t been there before.
Skittles.
I woke up to find the truck stopped at a gas station. I glanced at the clock on the dash; it read 12:00 exactly. He was outside, leaning against the truck as he topped off the tank. I sat up and realized there was something in the cup holder that hadn’t been there before.
Skittles.