On An Asphalt Highway

Would be home in 20 minutes, family waiting, pets anxiously anticipating her arrival. All the warmness of home, family members, well lit parlor, She always knew he loved her, that he loved the kids, and that he placed them above everything else. They were happy in their marriage, the children changed everything and everyone. No longer was the status quo about her and her husband, but it now encirlced the children, and all were family.
Without thought or ponderence, the lady drank the alcohol, downed the pills that were someone elses, she wanted to escapte the hell she called her world. Lies, deceivements, cheating behind her back, missed dates, missed engagements, missed dinners. Everything in her life seemed to be missing, and she felt void of emotions and empty. She couln't recall how many pills she had swallowed, or the alcohol amount she chased the narcotics with. Only when blitzed through drugs and alcohol did she feel peace and purpose.
No one will ever know why, on this night, at this spot on the Asphalt Highway, their lives crossed, and one was taken, and another one forever destroyed by sorrow, shame, and marked by society from her actions.
On an Asphalt Highway the story is repeated over and over and over, no end in sight to the carnage and destruction of this play on the stage of life, with the faces changing but never the characters. All will play their role, all will die, get mangles for life, and live with the guilt of taking another life. The only difference in this performance and one put on at MIdland Community Theatre, is that these characters are real, the carnage and destruction is real, and the lives affected forever are real. Believe it, receive it. Bob Lester