Back in the death-bed, old Hessie smiled 70+-years of memories; it had been a
“good”-ride.
As the yellow-orb traversed the western
sky on its relentless journey chasing to the far-horizon, Hessie’s tired eyes
tried to focus one last time on the coming cool-of-eve’s purple-haze.
In a fogged-hallucination, grey-dust
roiled toward the old shack as a black
Cadillac blazed on.
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