Lost Journals

The half winter’s moon peered down from his lofty perch amongst the stars. At 2am the sad moon was nearing the horizon thereby casting it in an eerie red color. The frigid Iowa air formed a sound insulating layer over the gravel road. Nearby, an owl scoped her nightly feast. Here at the edge of town only possibilities could be seen without the negative forces of Newton blinding any glimmer of hope.

Brian and Lexi lay tangled in a heap in the back of the Outback. A small quilt was all that separated their naked bodies from the cold night air. She lay facing him with her eyes closed and a small smile tickling the corners of her chapped lips. Brian held Lexi’s hand to his chest and pounding heart. “I’ve had an incredible night.”

Lexi looked around the small car, and realized that he could only be speaking to her. She fixed him a sideways smile. “So have I.”

“Why didn’t we meet earlier? Why did we have to meet now?” he inquired.

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