cynthia flores

The Meaning of Life

The Meaning of Life Rudy sat in his grandfather's old pickup truck staring at the dusty clock that read 11:15. Fifteen minutes to go. In one hand he held an envelope with 20,000 dollars. In the other, his sister Yesenia's most prized possession, a black moleskine notebook that he had taken without her permission. In between his legs sat his father's gun.