“I stepped over and through set after set of shattered bones. I never realized previously that America is paved with road kill. I’d seen the signs as we all have, a deer, or dog, or small unidentifiable mammal bloating on the side of the road. Until this moment, however, I never added all that up to what is actually out there. Nor did I realize how massive roadside signs are until just then. The sign that declared a rest area two miles up the road to be open was quite the contraption up close.
“I considered going back to the rest area on my side of the highway but that would make for a four mile round trip instead of just over two. I noted with satisfaction, from where I was standing I could see a railroad underpass. The way I was going had just gotten a bit shorter and I pressed on. The pebbles gathering in my sandals were getting more irritating, but life was looking up. I glanced at my watch and did the brief math on how long my trip would take and how long it would take help to arrive. I should just barely be home by seven. Continue reading “Flat Excerpt” »
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