A Study in Light Blue
Puffs of tailgate smoke dance as a dinged-up blue Chevy rolls to a stop in front of a Drive-In menu.
The woman’s voice is coarse and confident, as she lifts a burning cigarette to her thin lips. Her James Dean grit and charm do not quite balance her lack of femininity.
Three steps away, a rail of a man stands surveys the top of a building. His keys hang heavy in his pocket: a mark of blue-collar authority. He gazes on with assured maturity.
The Chevy screeches to the window.
The man shifts his hips and limps down an incline. Whether his injuries are from war or from love, we will never know.
She grabs her cup and goes.