this morning #1299.

this morning, in a flash, they rushed me into the back of a car service & tossed the bag in behind me. jumped in on either side of me. we were off to the airport. destination unknown. no explanation. just a flurry of hurries & a bevy of furrowed brows. are we in danger? i’m a stranger to all this high-society drama, so i can’t be sure. i asked if they brought my passport. they said not to worry. the car fell silent. then the grilling began. casual enough to not alarm the driver but still fast & furious. they were curious about the bag. where did i find it? over by the tracks. who had i told? no one. they exchanged a skeptical glance. told me to start over. be truthful this time. declared this my last chance.