Flash Friday 3-28-14 kingdom hall, barrel, blur in Flash Friday

“In Heaven His throne is made of gold

The ark of his Testament is stowed

A throne from which I'm told

All history does unfold …” Nick cave growled from the little speaker, and the night rushed by privacy glass, the corn and cows and things that love the moonlight, all outside the narrow beam of headlights.

“It’s like honor among predators,” she says like she’d been reading my mind “they let us pass and we look straight ahead.”

I nod and her little MP3 player shuffles and John Fogarty is reading both of our thoughts and he growls “… there’s a bad moon on the rise.”

Yeah, there is no honor among predators, or, not eating you isn’t really a point of honor. We’re both sitting forward in our seats. She checks the mirrors as often as I do. It’s a metaphor anyhow, no one wants to eat us, or not bad enough to fight us over and we’re moving too fast. It’s what’s in the gym bag that people get killed over, much, much less than what’s in the gym bag.

Yeah, there are hawks circling field mice in the fields outside the glass, fox’s in hen houses, cats still and stalking in the high grass.

“Yeah I’m bi-polar,” she says to one in particular, taking a pill from her rhinestone pill case “Bi-polar like a fox” Again tracking my thoughts. She laughs at her joke. It’s just no-doze; we don’t get altered on a job.

“Anything not quite so dark on there?” I ask her.

She grunts, clicks the button once or twice, Nick cave again, deep and dark

“ … Oh poor heart I was doomed from the start

Doomed to play the villains part

I was the baddest Johnny in the apple cart …”

And the blackness rushed around us, and we were hidden by velocity.