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skonen_bladesHis car ran out of gas. It puttered to a stop on the side of a hot highway in Road Runner country. The desert stretched out around him for eternity. The sun was nearing the horizon. He remembered that photographers referred to this as the ‘magic hour’.
Dust settled around his car. The sudden silence was marred only by the ticking of the car’s engine cooling and his own breathing.
It was an old car. Brown paint and rusted in the wheel wells. It settled with a sigh like it was ready for sleep. It rested like it would be grateful to be left there to decay into more basic components over the decades. It stopped like it was ready to die and had picked this spot to slip loose from earthly bondage.
The driver stepped out and adjusted his old sweat-stained cowboy hat. His sunglasses glinted in the light over his thick red moustache. His red shirt was dirty and stained with grease like his fingertips. He licked his lips and looked around.
He sat on the hood of his car and looked at the sun make its way towards a kiss with the horizon. The sunset would rip open the world in pinks and violets before fading to black.
The driver could almost hear some lonesome slide guitar haunting the landscape. The only sound now was the wind carrying secrets.
He knew from this far outside of a city that he’d be able to see millions more stars that he’d seen in a long, long time. He might even be able to see the river of the Milky Way itself cutting the universe in half up there in the night sky.
It got cold at night here in the desert but he had blankets in the trunk.
He didn’t know how long it would be before he got picked up by a passing motorist but he was hoping it would be a while.
He crossed his ankles and looked up into the sky.
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Dust settled around his car. The sudden silence was marred only by the ticking of the car’s engine cooling and his own breathing.
It was an old car. Brown paint and rusted in the wheel wells. It settled with a sigh like it was ready for sleep. It rested like it would be grateful to be left there to decay into more basic components over the decades. It stopped like it was ready to die and had picked this spot to slip loose from earthly bondage.
The driver stepped out and adjusted his old sweat-stained cowboy hat. His sunglasses glinted in the light over his thick red moustache. His red shirt was dirty and stained with grease like his fingertips. He licked his lips and looked around.
He sat on the hood of his car and looked at the sun make its way towards a kiss with the horizon. The sunset would rip open the world in pinks and violets before fading to black.
The driver could almost hear some lonesome slide guitar haunting the landscape. The only sound now was the wind carrying secrets.
He knew from this far outside of a city that he’d be able to see millions more stars that he’d seen in a long, long time. He might even be able to see the river of the Milky Way itself cutting the universe in half up there in the night sky.
It got cold at night here in the desert but he had blankets in the trunk.
He didn’t know how long it would be before he got picked up by a passing motorist but he was hoping it would be a while.
He crossed his ankles and looked up into the sky.
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