We were driving on the highway when we passed this car carrier and seemingly dangling off the back was a bright red pick-up truck.
For a minute I
imagined rattling about in that pick-up, hay tumbling out the back, on a dusty
ranch road someplace out in Montana or a long stretch of plain in Nebraska. I
saw an endless sky and a white house with the two front windows open, curtains
waving in a soft wind, an old barn out back. I saw a pair of well-worn cowboy boots,
scuffed up and pretty.
I wondered what that life would be.
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