The Bones Beneath My Skin

THEY STAYED on back roads when they could as they continued north. Alex said he didn’t want to take a chance on main highways, though it might have been quicker. Before they’d left the diner, he’d switched out the license plate on the C/K with another truck in the parking lot. Art kept watch, whistling a jaunty tune. Nate sat in the truck, trying to keep his breakfast from making a reappearance.

He needed to ask more questions. Where they were going. What the plan was. Why they needed to go east. What planet Artemis Darth Vader had come from, and how she’d been captured thirty years before yet still managed to look as she did now. The easy questions.

He wondered if the cabin still stood or if it’d been razed to the ground by the water guy who wasn’t a water guy.

He didn’t know what it meant that he could think such a sentence.