The Long Run

by James Acker

And the way Sandro smiled. I think that’s how I knew it was true. That I wanted it. That I wasn’t sorry. That I’d drive that kid anywhere he asked me to. Because what a fucking smile.

These two, with their black nails and pink gauges and fuck you glares, saw me as part of the herd. Another track jerk with his head up his ass and his mind on his dick. Who called a girl a slut because her dad left her. Who called each other faggots for any reason they felt like. They saw me as Bash the Flash. Moorestown’s Golden Boy. And why wouldn’t they? I was still wearing his clothes.

I smiled. “It’s a long shot.” He smiled. “We’ve always been lucky.” If anyone could make long distance work, it’s a runner.

“She was a sucker for boys. Said men are their best when they’re little. Before the world gets to them.”