Shania Adyr

The Owl that Rides the Coyote

The Owl that Rides the Coyote The highway was dark and empty. He had a long drive through the night, fueled only by three energy drinks, ice-cold air conditioning, and loud music. He had to stay awake, and the energy drinks were already failing him. His eyes were getting heavy, and he knew this was dangerous, but he had to keep going. It wasn’t long before his head was bobbing with each blink of his eyes. “Damn,” He muttered and cracked open another energy drink.