Down Solo
“There is only another step into shades of gray, and another, the sun a quicksilver plate in the sky. I will the body to move. I drop the rifle; it’s useless to me now. I wear the backpack on my chest, my daughter on my back, my shoes squeak wetly. I trudge onward and try to retrieve the pieces to the puzzle. Tanya, the conflicting geologist’s reports, Ratboy at the restaurant, riding my bike, the gun in the Mustang’s window, waking up at the morgue. Jason senior and his obsession with gold. There is no thread of coherence to it all. Mindy’s hand twitches where it rests against my elbow. A good sign, I hope. A mound appears to my right, and a structure, a giant can on stilts. I struggle to put a name on it: water tower. I pass the two shacks and arrive at the main building. The body wants to quit. I’ve driven on fumes and flat tires to get where I needed to go, but now the wheels are coming off and we’re not going to make it any farther. I fumble with the door and turn right and shuffl...e across the room to the nearest bunk, turn and sit and ease Mindy onto the mat, brush back her hair and stare.MoreLess
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
10 / 10
User Reviews: