The Future Ablaze
A night of celebration turns into one of dread
There they were; staring at the vintage car ablaze. Jeremy, with a settling feeling of guilt and despair, deeply sobbing as he watched his father’s most prized possession in flames. Annabel, at Jeremy’s side, consulting him in her arms, herself feeling bewildered and in dazed. A night of congratulatory drinks at their friend’s home a few days before graduation had turned into a night of immense dread. Not only had they taken the 1978 Chevrolet Camaro without asking, they had, inebriated, tried to drive it back home before midnight, ramming into someone else’s home and changing their own lives forever.
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Jose Antonio Soto
Welcome! I'm Jose Soto, a writer born and raised in the border community of El Paso, Texas and Ciudad Juárez, México. I write stories, blogs, essays, and poetry that explores what it means to be human; nuances, complexities and all.
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