An undetermined point in the future. Stolen car. Unfamiliar country road. Her. Him. Night sky an inverted black bowl. Paper sack of money stuffed under the seat. Liquor store miles behind. Man on the floor, he went for a gun. Car’s left headlight flickers and dims. Right headlight is already gone. Lots of curves to this road. They might well be driving along blind. She says We really did it. Uncertain, he glances down at the gas gauge. Have you ever felt so damned alive she asks, giddy, almost laughing. The gauge nudges to the wrong side of E. Now he’s certain. Now, when it’s far too late.