156. Speed limit

156. Speed limit

"At two in the afternoon on Thanksgiving Day, we drove through Fort Worth and Dallas, an unsettling experience because the interstate was as empty as a mall parking lot at midnight.
"Do you think one of those bombs exploded that kills everybody but leaves buildings standing?" I asked.
"It's possible, but more likely everybody's either eating turkey or watching a football game."

Sent to B. Leopold. From the It's Only a Book project in which I'm deconstructing my 2003 book, Grace: A Memoir, and turning it into art.