Twenty Years Later

WHEN THINGS HAPPENED, THEY HAPPENED QUICKLY. MONTHS OF limbo had been suddenly replaced with action. Years of planning had been changed at the last minute. He had only a small window to pack his belongings and get moving. It all came down to this moment. There was no time to think it through. No time to plan it out. No time to use logic or critical thinking to make sure things would work. They either would, or they wouldn’t. But staying put and hunkering down at the cabin was no longer an option. The feds were on the prowl, and closer than they’d ever been. It was now or never.

Fueled by half a dozen energy drinks, he drove through the night. He wanted to speed and race and put miles behind him, but couldn’t risk a ticket. He drove in the middle lane and pegged the cruise control right at the speed limit designated by each state he drove though. It was five in the morning when he finally made it to New Orleans. The timing was good. Had he arrived earlier, he’d have too many hours to burn. Any later, and he’d be cutting it close.

He ditched the car in a Target parking lot about a mile from the terminal. His legs were stiff from the drive, which was nonstop other than bathroom breaks. When he reached the Julia Street Cruise Terminal, he walked over to the railing and looked out at the Gulf of Mexico just as the horizon was starting to burn with dawn. The brightening sky and the orange glow of the ocean filled him with hope that soon he would be free. That maybe, perhaps, this could work.