Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing…<\/p>\n
No Witnesses<\/strong><\/p>\n It was the first time the roof of the They rode carelessly, They both agreed when Hello, can we help?<\/em><\/p>\n The man leaning into the VW bus Really, we’ve got all day. Nah, I’m good.<\/p>\n The happy couple It didn’t take long to deal with the This time,\u00a0there would be no witnesses.<\/p>\n Last line from the last line in Lies of Silence<\/em> by Brian Moore<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh my goodness. It is only 7:00 p.m. here, but I’m already slap happy. I just grabbed a scary book off the shelf and will use the last line. Here goes nothing… No Witnesses It was the first time the roof of the emerald convertible…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3549,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[128,4272,4109,4271,4146,552],"class_list":["post-90178","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-hour-5","tag-last-line-of-a-novel","tag-mrsdkrebs","tag-poem-5","tag-poetrymarathon2021","tag-prompt-4"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90178","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3549"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90178"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90178\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":91583,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90178\/revisions\/91583"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90178"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90178"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90178"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nemerald convertible had ever been opened.
\nThey were honeymooners and
\nborrowed the car from a temperate old uncle.
\nThey wanted the full experience.
\nThe roof folded back with one magical click
\nof a button on the dash.<\/p>\n
\nwilly nilly
\nhappily down Highway 1
\ntoward Big Sur,
\nfeeling the breeze in their hair
\nEating their favorite
\nFlamin’ Hot Cheetos and roasted almonds
\nlaughing at each other’s jokes,
\nlike they were the best comedians,
\nthinking they were each the luckiest
\nperson alive.<\/p>\n
\nthey saw the stranded motorist.
\nThey had time to help.
\nMaybe he needs a charge.
\nYeah, for his phone or his car.<\/p>\n
\nstood up quickly and said,
\nNah. Everything’s fine.<\/p>\n
\nWe can help. It’s kind of deserted out here.<\/em><\/p>\n
\ngot out of the car
\nand walked over to the bus.
\nThe man tried to slide the door closed,
\nbut the bloody arm fell out
\njust before the door latched.
\n
\nOh, sir. I’m sure she needs help.
\nMay we call the doctor?<\/em><\/p>\n
\nna\u00efve and nosy couple.<\/p>\n
\n