A Pee on the Prairie
A fat raindrop plopped against the windshield and woke me from a deep reverie. My mind had been in the stratosphere, but somehow my little Honda was still speeding along between the yellow lines. I glanced over at my sister Maggie, sprawled in the passenger seat, safe. Then I looked at the speedometer, and I shuddered at the speed. Good God! How long had I been daydreaming? Where were we now? And where had all those scary black clouds come from? Last I was conscious, the sky had been a perfect dome of pure azure. Not a trace of cloud, not even the little white fluffy kind. I’d found it sort of menacing in its own way, in its utter blankness. Nothing between us and the cosmos. In fact, I was finding this whole landscape …