Whitehorse Love

by Erika T. Wurth

The bar was moving at full throttle and Morrison's "Keep your eyes on the road your hands upon the wheel" was moving through the smoke and keeping Sandy's mind from completely drifting. She wondered if she'd recognize him, if she'd remember that silky black hair and be able to distinguish it from the others. She didn't really understand why she was here. But there was something in those long brown fingers