New Beginning 718

Charlie Crampon walked out of the snack shop with a giant slushie in each hand. It was too early for caffeine, too late for food but just right for two double slushies -- giant-size, sugar-filled, brain-freezing buckets of ice shavings. The best companions for nighttime driving his Dad used to say. Two-thirty in the morning and insomniac crickets drowned out the lack of traffic on the highway. Fog chased the mosquitoes, blurred the face in the moon, turned the fireflies into smudges and made ...