Bonnie and Clyde

And it was cold out but not quite winter like it is tonight, a much more forgiving coolness hung about the air. The two like souls shivered with nerves of excitement and fear roaring down the highway in the seats of a beat up pick up truck that was handed down from one generation to the next. Cans of spray paint rattle around in a stolen milk crate in the back every time a turn is taken too quickly, reminding them of their love for rebellion. The Moon is approaching more quickly now, taunting and welcoming them in unison. With their destination growing closer, their nerves and anticipation increase while their speed lessens. Pulling into the grass the Boy turns the headlights off, still moving forward. Eventually they come to a halt with a skid which unsettles them but for only a moment. They Boy and Girl look at each other smiling deeply with their mouths and even bigger with their eyes, excited for what they are about to do for the first time together. The door slams behind the Girl as she gets out and walks around the truck to her lover. He greets her bearing cans of spray paint. The Boy hands the Girl a can. they walk hand in hand towards the rusty giant that has been halted on the tracks for what looks like eons. In the dark they depict on the body of the train a scene of night time, or what they hope it will look like when the light reveals their artwork. Every approaching set of lights is assumed to be authority but none of them are. They Man and Woman are satisfied with their work. They leave, hand in hand. They walk quickly towards their truck which is no longer a truck, but a getaway vehicle. They race off into the darkness. the Man gingerly strokes the Woman's hand with his own, which is speckled with paint. They left their mark and they were gone.