Five of Cups [Reversed]

The City—EVENING

The Sailor and I whip through the down the highway through town. I don’t trust my brakes in the pouring rain and fading light, so I am switching lanes to avoid cars, mostly trucks towing fishing boats down to the shore or river. The trucks and boats have sparked the Sailor’s memory as to something he’d read in the newspaper, and so is telling me about a tragic accident involving one of them. As we approach the bridge, he ends the tale solemnly.

“They say He was already dead when he hit the water.”