Drabble: Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall (Sarah Connor Chronicles)
Summary: Out here, they could be the only people left on earth. For bewarethesmirk. Thanks for the urging.
Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
An hour out of Magdalena on a bad, patched-up road. From here, the desert rolls on forever. Not even sand, just dust and low scrub from highway to big empty sky. Nothing on the radio but static and fragments.
John is asleep, bunched up, too tall for the space. Sarah thinks of a baby hidden in the wheel well, a little boy in the back seat, this quiet angry John one seat over. Measures off the jump of missing years. It’s simple, like looking down the sight of a gun.
You drive enough, you keep finding all the empty spaces.
Hard Rain’s A-Gonna Fall
An hour out of Magdalena on a bad, patched-up road. From here, the desert rolls on forever. Not even sand, just dust and low scrub from highway to big empty sky. Nothing on the radio but static and fragments.
John is asleep, bunched up, too tall for the space. Sarah thinks of a baby hidden in the wheel well, a little boy in the back seat, this quiet angry John one seat over. Measures off the jump of missing years. It’s simple, like looking down the sight of a gun.
You drive enough, you keep finding all the empty spaces.