Dec 30, 2021
5 min read
Fiction | Short Story
Riding Shotgun
When Elvis Winked At Me
When we hit the rise just before the railroad tracks, she must’ve been doing about fifty miles an hour in a twenty-five mph zone, somewhere near the Overton Park Zoo in Memphis. We were airborne over the tracks.
Sometime between the time I was three and forty-three, my mother acquired a need for speed.
