Ted held a key attached to a silvery label, it glinted in the sun. “Got it from a girl I travelled with,” he said. “She trusted me to keep it safe.” I looked at the label. “Is that a Vancouver address?” “You bet, man.” We met on the road, heading west at Sault Ste. Marie.
Tag: on the road
The sunflowers were blooming somewhere far away and Belen sat in Tacos Mexico fantasizing about quitting her job. Again. Angel was in the bathroom. They were waiting for their food. Outside it sprinkled and someone was talking about dust storms. They were far from LA. Ok. Not too far. Maybe two hours. But the mountains