Listening to the Radio - Kevin

Above: night sky, late summer. A thousand twinkling pinpricks decorate black velvet.

Below: the '75 Camaro. Four friends and twelve beers inside. And the radio plays.

They talk and laugh and drink and spill. They turn up certain songs and change the channel when others come on. There is nowhere they'd rather be than here, now, with each other.

Finally, when their song comes on, the song, the best song ever, they all shut up and listen. The one of them starts singing along. Then they all do, eyes clenched shut, voice projecting emotions none of them have fully encountered yet.


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