Vanessa Lucero

The Little Black Book

Thomas was driving his usual route, it was a slow night probably because of the continuous rain. The road flashed as lighting danced across the sky. Sitting at a stop light he couldn’t help but think about his leaky roof, hoping Adam was safe and asleep. He hated leaving him alone every night, but working the graveyard shift allowed him to be home for Adam during the day. A loud bang on the side of his bus jolted Thomas from his thoughts.