Deserted
The car hiccupped along the desert highway, looking for a place to stop and rest. I was just along for the ride. One look up at the nighttime sky was ironclad proof of just how insignificant this little blue marble really is in the grand scheme of the universe. The car stopped at a closed gas station, pulling alongside the pumps. I didn't protest. The station's lights were off. I rolled down the window. In the distance a coyote howled at the moon like a forlorn lover.
The car and I decided to wait until dawn to finish our journey.
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Christopher about 5 years ago
I have no idea why I wrote this. It just came to me.
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Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
I figured it was autobiographical, Christopher. But anyway, it’s a gas (or not) in a nice and thoughtful way.
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Jamie Clapperton about 5 years ago
Intriguing one this Christopher. ☺ Atmospheric and I'm wondering about the narrator and cars' history...
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Neville Hunt about 5 years ago
Wow Drew... you are so deep!
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Christopher about 5 years ago
Holy cow, Drew! That's a great interpretation. And it beats any idea I had. The only thing that I thought of as I started writing it was how some people tend to go into automatic pilot when driving a car late at night, almost like the car is driving itself. The other thought was of literally being deserted in the desert.
I thought it might could be a series, not an ongoing narrative but just a series of sporadic vignettes about this guy's journey.
Thanks Neville and Jamie.
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Peter Henderson about 5 years ago
Oh marvelous. I go out when I'm fuzzy and take in the silence and the starry night.
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Christopher about 5 years ago
Thanks, Peter.
