We are in the trunk of my grandmother’s Toyota, bound and gagged. Muffled grunts come from your end of the trunk: your face engaged in an awkward conversation with my shoes. I wish for a way to make you more comfortable, but there isn’t much wiggle room in here. There is nothing we can do but try to relax. Wait. We’ve been here before; we know how it’s going to play out. My grandmother will drive for a couple more miles, until we are thoroughly lost, then she will dump your body on the side of the road, drive home, send me to bed without dinner. It is comforting at least to know where we’ll be at the end of the night. And yet, I feel anxious. I cannot help wondering if this latest kidnapping will be the final straw, if even now you are weighing the options in your mind and finding my baggage too heavy.
Cover Page Footnote
"Places We’ve Been" was originally published at Booth.
"Places We’ve Been,"
Booth: Vol. 6
, Article 1.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol6/iss7/1