The flat bumped as he pulled to the shoulder before a sign that read, “Alligator Crossing.” Taped to the post below the sign, shining in the sunset, was a flier with the title, “Lost Dog.” He looked in the trunk. No jack.
Month: February 2024
Sentinels in the twilight
I remember them on their horses; ghosts floating with the mist on the mountain grass. I squatted by my Norton Commando motorcycle as the late-day August heat wafted off the asphalt. The engine and exhaust pipes tinkled as they cooled. I was on my way to Portland, but took a scenic route through the Shoshone […]