Impending Chaos

Travis

My boots press hard against the gas pedal. The truck engine roars as we tear down the open highway. Toby kicks his little sneakers against the back of the passenger seat. He hums a cartoon theme song, bouncing his head to the rhythm, blissful and oblivious to the panic clawing at my throat. Ben's frantic warning from the phone call rings over and over in my ears. Tara is at the farm. Tara