Flat tire. Desert surroundings. Sun torments my thinking. As does his last phone call. Another request for help. I oblige knowing he won’t thank me, again. Beads of sweat string across my forehead. Why does he argue? Twilight leads the way. The road stretches farther when one walks along its shoulder. Cacti appear more
formidable up close. Their needles longer, sharper than the darning variety I use to mend his socks. A car goes by without slowing down. Dust coats my sunglasses, chokes my air. A lizard slithers, skirting my footsteps. Service station in sight. Father will need to wait.
formidable up close. Their needles longer, sharper than the darning variety I use to mend his socks. A car goes by without slowing down. Dust coats my sunglasses, chokes my air. A lizard slithers, skirting my footsteps. Service station in sight. Father will need to wait.
