The loud screech of the tires pierced my ears, and jolted me. I remember the sound of the gravel kicking up, and hitting guests in the parking lot. I had gotten yelled at by my boss for my boyfriend’s departure.
Another time I didn’t want to leave a party and he peeled out and left me without a ride home.
My parents would not allow him to see me that summer. I realized: he was going to die young.
Years later the sound reminded me that he left me here all alone. That was selfish of him.
Bastard!
SueAnn Porter 