the smuggler’s bible

Donnie

The woman on the radio is reading a list of sponsors while the chorus fades, and Donnie is sure she sounds just like his ex. So sure, in fact, that he decides this time it might not just be a projection of his own anxiety and doubt.

“Do you think that’s Joanna?”

“I thought she was living in Jacksonville now.”

“Maybe she came back.”

“But why?”

“Spite,” Donnie says, lighting a cigarette. “A dark poison where her heart should be.”

Lawson reaches for the dial but Donnie slaps his hand away, then settles back in his seat.

“Goddamnit,” he says.