The_Scream

The Scream The Scream Through the fog of the cold autumn night we drove, searching for some area of sanctuary for our little ritual. Eric’s truck was cold and I could feel the heat from the tip of my cigarette warming my nose. “I know!” Eric said abruptly, “Holy Family Cemetery!” and he jerked his truck into the left-turn lane. As we meandered down Waverly Road I said, “We’re pathetic, you know. Lying to our girlfriends is not only futile but when they catch us it’s going to cause a bigger fight than if we had just told them we wanted to get high tonight.” With a sigh he says, “I know, but would you rather go to the movies tonight or fight with Jen'” I just silently nodded, not even caring if he saw me give in. The tires crackled over the gravel road leading up the hill to the old cemetery. Holy Family Cemetery is safely perched on top of a hill and surrounded by trees; it’s totally invisible from the road and very dark. The dense and dreary fog aided our disappearance and we felt secure that we had found a safe spot to puff the pipe. We drove slowly eric, truck, scream, said, pipe, know, cold, even, cemetery, tailgate, seemed, road, now, night, just, fog, felt, drove, tonight, told, time, though, stop, sit, safely, out, nose, nearly, narrow, made, leave, it’s, invisible, holy, hill, high