Short Story Ch 2 “Line of Dust”

February 18, 2021

"As he woke his back stiffened. He tilted his head slightly and with a weathered hand pushed the woven-palm cast shadow upward- pouring the freshness of daylight into his eyes. Grasshopper wings rattled all around like strings of firecrackers hitting or missing every first or third fuse. 

He blinked through rusty flakes of salted blurriness and stared past his boots and deeper down the northern view that unfolded the way heavy wool blankets would spill from the back of a rig."

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