Thursday, May 30, 2013

red rock

The sun was gone, lost behind high clouds. Rain came quickly, and he sighed relief. Wispy and dry shrubs stretched away from the road, aching for release, either fire or rain. As he drove, small pebbles chipped up onto his truck's windshield.

He camped that night at the reservoir, laying out on the red rocks and dirt that stained his clothes, smoking from a wooden pipe that belonged to his pop.

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