Me, driving on the overpass above 66, about to make a right onto John Marshall Highway—bound to run past
the Barrel Oak winery, the Sotheby’s sign, the little broken egg home on the corner. You, in the white pick-
up, rolling past mine, turning onto the overpass and headed where I just came from. We ride in the same
color. Everything’s slow. Then you, sticking your hand out of the window, shapeshifting your index, your
thumb, and the other bundles of boneskin into a pistol pointed my direction.
Evan Nicholls has work appearing in Passages North, Maudlin House, THRUSH, Pithead Chapel, and Whurk among others. He is from Fauquier County, Virginia. Follow him on Twitter @nicholls_evan. Read more at evannichollswrites.wordpress.com.