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Get the gun, I yell, half-naked, shaking.
Someone stops jimmying the lock
on the riffraff side of the adjoining door.
I flick on the lamp. My father sits up
squinting. Quick, I say, let’s go.
What’s wrong, he asks. Not now, I hiss,
I’ll tell you in the car. The Mercury
speeds by the empty lobby. I see the Back
Soon sign shaped like a clock. I step on the gas.
Where are we headed, my blind
ninety-year-old father asks. South,
I answer. That doesn’t sound good, he replies.
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Jonathan Harris received an MFA in Creative Writing from Pacific University and a Bachelor’s degree in Liberal Arts from St. John’s College. A finalist for Cutthroat’s Joy Harjo Poetry Contest, his work has appeared in many magazines and journals. Along with being head of development for the entertainment agency, Atoll Productions, he serves as a judge for the Page International Screenwriting Contest. A former Peace Corps volunteer, Jonathan lives in Los Angeles with his wife and kids.
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