Rachel Writes

“You ever think those flashing red lights are some top-secret-government-spying-on-some-aliens bullshit?”

Jimmy laughs nearly blowing his lukewarm natty light out of his nose. “How high are you?”

“Not nearly enough” laughed Sam. “No, but really” passing the resin rimmed roach to Jimmy. “Do you think we’re out here all alone? Or that there’s a couple of alien best friends sitting on top of a huge stack of hay or whatever they have? I’ve always thought that there was an identical set of people out there on another planet thinking the exact same thing at the exact same time.”

“I don’t know, Sam. You think up some crazy shit.”

A pair of lights begin to trace the edge of the corn field. As they get closer Tom Petty’s “Even the Losers” fill the silent fields with pure teenage debauchery. Headlights and revved engines appear around the bend of the crops, the dust and dirt making the headlights glow even more in the warm, black night.

Jimmy stands up on the three-bale-high haystack and howls at the moon. Sam laughs and waves her friends up the giant steps of hay. Before everyone climbs up, Sam sheepishly asks Jimmy, “Hey, so is your brother coming?”

Jimmy pours the last bit of his hot beer off the edge of the haystack and says, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you him and his friends got fake IDs and are trying to get in some club out in Dallas. Better luck next time, Sam.”

Jimmy sees Sam’s disappointment. His big bear paw of a hand shoves her snapping her out of it and says, “Hey! They’ll hang another time. Let’s have some fun.”

(More coming soon! – Rachel)