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 […]
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.
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 […]