IN THE NIGHT
Beppe jumps pulling his head back in nearly loosing his grease stained peak
cap out into the razor sharp cold wind.
The wind has caught the acrylic vinyl tarp and whacked it against the wooden
“Funculo!” Beppe shouts.
Vince just laughs.
Suddenly he feels as if the one of the sealed Aluminium containers under the
wraps of the vinyl protection is sliding to the left.
Vince smiling mouth is formulating a statement of concern while Beppe is
about to wind up the window now that he has spotted Antonio’s rig.
The scream pierced the cold wind.
Bebi’s hand froze on the electric window button while his wide open eyes
throws the question at Vince.
Vince hits the air-breaks and the emergency indicators.
His face is stone where the only words that escape his lost sentence are:
“Cutso deao” Vince’s grin has long gone - forgotten for eternity.