We crawled out from under in the gently sloping gravel. The whole thing lay dying, somewhat askew to the shoulder with the gentle smell of rubber, oil, and black steel assembly. Germe had a little spittle foaming on the corner of his mouth. You OK? Yeah. I’m good–I think? You’re bleeding. I wiped my forehead. Yeah, just a scratch. What happened? I dunno, man… just something went loose there in the corner. Car’s toast. Yup, that’s a shame. It was a lovely beast. Think the cops will come? Someone’s gonna come–eventually. Prolly should get rid of those beers in the trunk. Yeah, it don’t look good. Where’s the blow? Left it back at the shop. Well that’s good. Guess we’ll just sit it out–I ain’t walkin back to town. Got any cigarettes? Yeah–someone will be along soon. What’a we gonna tell’em?
2011 HESS Cabernet Sauvignon Mt. Veeder Napa Valley 13.9
Stephen McConnell 