The Long Christmas Ride Home
To Grandparent’s House
WOMAN
Stephen’s reverie was stopped by the crunching of ice
beneath the car. They had arrived at The grandparents’
apartment: plain red-bricked boxes, cramped, identical and
cheap.
Conflict in the Car
MINISTER
The slashing of his had through the air took an eternity as
the children froze in the backseat of the car. And Rebecca
closed her eyes and vowed:
REBECCA
“I will never have children!”
From the Cave Club, To the Ether
GHOST OF STEPHEN
-Oh! How my sisters will cry. I could feel the virus
entering my body. But I could not undo what had been done.
And for the next several years, I could feel the virus
multiply with a ferocious beauty –
The Car Crash
REBECCA
The metal of the car groaned toward the edge of the cliff.
Too dark to see the bottom of the creek bed. The car longed
to join its steel with ice.
Martin Sundiata 