Miles To Go Before I Sleep

by Bentley Little

  Now all he needed to do was get out of here, find a place to lie low.

  He smiled to himself as he thought of the football team and the boiler room and Mr. Kinney.

  He would have his fun. He would get them all.

  But that would come later. First would come Chicago.

  And Lisa.

  And maybe some children.

  He started the car, backed out of the driveway. For I have promises to keep, he thought. And miles to go before I sleep.

  And miles to go before I sleep.

  He caught up with the Greyhound an hour out of town. He followed it, grinning to himself, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel all the way to the Windy City.

  A Pagesofdeath ebook. 9/12/2011