Smoke Show

<p><em>Freedom is a fantasy...Or is it?</em></p><p> </p><p><strong>Smokey</strong></p><p>Abandoned by my family and left behind in my own personal hell I know there is nothing out there for me beyond the remote isolated trailer park I grew up in. Nothing but the occasional solace I find at the old run-down truck stop that sits mostly empty off the deserted stretch of highway a few miles from here.</p><p>Could that very truck stop hold my ticket out?</p><p>Or is the devil I know better than one that I don't?</p><p> </p><p><strong>Jackson</strong></p><p>Stopping at the crusty gas station in the middle of nowhere had more to do with my pressing need for a cigarette than anything else but when I encounter a pair of angel eyes and a split lip my past suddenly collides with the present. Convinced it will somehow make things right and exercise the ghosts that still haunt me I make a split second decision that rocks both our worlds. </p><p>One thing I should have remembered?</p><p>The road to Hell is paved with good intentions. </p>