Your Fate….

Coffee – the gas station kind – will draw you at 3 am to the buzzing brightness of the Stop and Go where you park beside a red pickup truck.  In the bed, a dead black bear surrounded by beer cans, like flowers on a grave.  Through the glass walls, two men in camouflage peer through glass doors into glass bottles.  The bear is heavier than it would appear, and you struggle to get it into the back seat of your car.  You will be covered with blood, as the camo boys head to the register.  Into the driver’s seat, breathless. Where are the keys? Dammit.  Then… Yes.  The ignition will roar, and one of the men, now in possession of fresh beers, politely gestures for you to pull out before he steps between the vehicles.  In the rearview, two hunters … stare into the bed confused.  One will say, “It’s, like, the Jesus of bears.”