A Perfect Halloween
The truck hit a pot hole, and because the shocks were shot to shit it made her stomach feel like it might flip out of her mouth. As if her stomach wasn’t already a mess of nerves. “Big bump!” her son yelled excitedly from the back seat of the pickup, where he was safely but very snuggly fitted into his car seat within the quarter cab’s back seat. “Big bump” Adrienne repeated, trying to sound cheery. She had her Halloween playlist streaming through the speakers courtesy of a bluetooth transmitter powered by the cigarette lighter socket (yes, the truck was that old, but she preferred “classic”). It was the same playlist she had put together back in grad school and was heavy on The Misfits and Rob Zombie, so she had to monitor carefully to skip quite a few of the songs that weren’t four-year-old appropriate. The playlist landed on “Turkish Song of the Damned” by The Pogues which passed her censorship guidelines, while still allowing her to feel a little edgy. “A little edgy” was all...
