Joseph Hallenbeck


March 10, 2011


Filed under: Fiction
The blazing orb had long fled the western skyline. And on the fifteenth hour of a run across the Midwest with only headlights to cut a tunnel through the void, I swam, like a smelt amongst trout, down the asphalt American stream. Careless of me, the giants loomed from the night-fog, carrying their hidden cargo, to destinations unknown. I sat in my shell, protected from the cold exterior, the flaying winds, and the night sounds. In that rattling chamber I rocketed across the land-locked interior. The AM stations guided my way. The mouth of the radio spoke the world of...