Young Billy begged Papa to cross the bridge. To the authentic country boy, coming out of the tunnel was like exiting a portal to a nameless universe. The magnificent, glittering lights speckled a beautiful new galaxy.
“Trust me, nothing good there, Son,” Papa replied, choosing the city bypass.
Mentally, the wonderstruck child vowed a return, to someday be forever lost in those brilliant lights.
Now, from the tunnel, the prisoner transportation bus emerges. The fallacious lights welcome Billy, to be forever lost in their darkness. All that’s left is to cross the bridge--if only Papa was driving.
“Trust me, nothing good there, Son,” Papa replied, choosing the city bypass.
Mentally, the wonderstruck child vowed a return, to someday be forever lost in those brilliant lights.
Now, from the tunnel, the prisoner transportation bus emerges. The fallacious lights welcome Billy, to be forever lost in their darkness. All that’s left is to cross the bridge--if only Papa was driving.
