Full Moon Tonight
Fiction
Stricken with grief, James was on a never-ending road to nowhere. The loss of his brother churned memories of anguish and hate inside his head as bumps on the side of I-90 perked him back up into his lane. How long had he been driving? He couldn’t be sure anymore.
In the passenger seat beside him were empty cans, some of which had become refuge to flies that were sucked in through the window. The same CD had repeated countless times, the words spilling from his tongue without thought as he glanced at billboards and passed exits.
What was his brother thinking? There was no way to know for sure, no one to ask. Only Brad knew, only Brad would ever know.
Brad had been waiting weeks for his vacation to finally arrive. It wasn’t going to be much, but it was more about having the chance to clear his head than anything else. Four days, including the weekend, alone in the mountains, alone with his thoughts.
He’d packed enough for five days, all of which had been squished and packaged in air-tight plastic to conserve space in his pack. He needed room for some water-proof cloth, enough to put together a makeshift shelter if he couldn’t find one in nature, and some canned goods. He’d keep a couple dozen granola bars on either side of his cargo pants. He’d ventured into the mountains before, never overnight…
