Hard judgement

I remember this one – when the rich local playboy’s car left the road, pinwheeling across pavement, dirt, cotton fields, flinging car parts and occupants as it went.

I remember this detail – the playboy and his much-younger companion didn’t survive. I saw this – only one cross, weathered white with a medallion in the center. It leans against a telephone pole, while a non-denominational church sits in hard judgment across the road. A boll weevil trap is only a few feet away and tire marks in the sand show where state scientists steered around the cross on their way to check for bugs.

I forgot this – her name and mine are the same.

South Indiana Avenue
Lubbock, Texas