a single line from the (adult) novel in progress

(with thanks to the real Kate for the wheels and the ride) 

"I lose these wheels, I lose my poetry," Kate would say, and after all these years, Becca decided that her best friend meant it, that Kate needed the spoil and ruin of the car, the raw skin of the night on her skin, the sacrifice demanded by the old '66.  Hang a flag from the thing, and it'd be its own parade.