A Great Reckoning in a Little Car

The rear-view was bent crookedly, and it dangled a Polaroid of two scruffy women in cowboy hats. They looked worn and exhausted in their well-faded denim outfits. Dents and scuffs and scratches pocked the dash’s PVC surface. The red leather seats were shoddy, sporting wens and blebs, rips and tears stitched up like wounds with white thread. Into the brown tufted carpet fibers of the floor…