Desert Stories

Car sputters to a stop in the heat and dust. Middle of a long ride from nowhere to nowhere else. Too much driving numbs his legs and it feels good to walk that last hundred yards. He doesn’t feel shaky by the time he reaches the lonely diner that must have been something back before they put in the highway ten miles west of wherever he is. The old screen door slaps shut too loud, but he’s too dragged out to flinch. So's t...