THE BOYS
First paragraph of Chapter One
Full manuscript available upon request. (That's my baby we're talking about.)
We
left on a frosty morning. The crunchy gravel stuck together with bits of ice as
we walked to the end of Main Street, staying low on the side of the road, waiting
for trucks. We half hid in the ditch and turned our faces from anyone who’d cheerfully
report to our parents that they’d seen us loitering. When we climbed a ladder into
the cab of a huge semi, I burned my hand grabbing an exhaust pipe next to the
door. In the next few days, every time I gripped the neck of my guitar, I
pictured that exact spot in the road.
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