It is midnight. You are running. Barefoot. Adrenaline has given you wings; dark feathers pierce tender flesh. You already hate yourself for leaving, just as you hate yourself for staying so long.
Cars pass by in ordinary fashion, drivers oblivious to your plight. You consider hitching a ride. But where would you go? Besides, morning will dawn bright and early, all transgressions forgiven, if not forgotten. Mother always said that night washes clean the daily sins of man.
In desperation, you recall the all night diner on Tupper Street and the kindly waitress with knowing eyes. Five minutes to safety.
Cars pass by in ordinary fashion, drivers oblivious to your plight. You consider hitching a ride. But where would you go? Besides, morning will dawn bright and early, all transgressions forgiven, if not forgotten. Mother always said that night washes clean the daily sins of man.
In desperation, you recall the all night diner on Tupper Street and the kindly waitress with knowing eyes. Five minutes to safety.
