Johnny America


Last Para­graph of Un­writ­ten Nov­el of the Con­tem­po­rary Iron­ic Self-Aware Type


Jen­ny got back in the car, first tak­ing a long last look at At­lanta Gar­dens. I was in­side, smok­ing a cig­a­rette. My hair was blown straight up on the left side from hav­ing the win­dow open on the high­way. I put down the A‑Au En­cy­clo­pe­dia Brit­tan­i­ca 1976 I’d been read­ing. “Every­thing al­right?” I asked. Jen­ny bit her lip and looked out the win­dow. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Filed under Fiction on September 23rd, 2003

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