Fragment

A bottle spins through the air. As I follow it with my eyes I see it pass bruised banks of clouds, pass power lines and antennas, tumbling shadows on the ground. Then, in an instant, it explodes with a shower of glass hurling out in all directions. The fragments sound like rain as they hit the ground.

“You see that?” He’s grinning from his seat in the truck bed, and I watch as he smells the smoke drifting upwards from the barrel of his shotgun.

“Yeah. I saw it alright.”

“It’s like fireworks ain’t it?”

“Nah, not really. Fireworks is prettier.”

“You a damn lie.”