Photography And Half-Thoughts By Mitchell Hegman

...because some of it is pretty and some of it is not.

Friday, March 24, 2017


She took Ambien and then drove into the night.  She drove until the stars fell on her.  Hercules came undone in a shower of sparks.  Ursa Major glanced off her windshield.  All the rest smeared against the big black.  But she kept driving.  With her hands clamped as tight as she could hold them to the steering wheel, she drove straight into what she assumed would be sleep.

--Mitchell Hegman

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