The Greyhound wouldn’t leave for 12 hours. Sixteen hours since Dave ate the Mars bar. Thirty-two hours since the wreck on the Bay Bridge. His stomach was a snake hugging a stick. Bedroll in hand, he inched along Market street against busy people, scowling rocks rolling by in a flood. He caught a whiff of […]
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Alligator Crossing
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.