Tumbleweed — like me, he thought, we both keep moving.
He should have been in town by now.
Alejandro took another sip from his almost empty water-bottle.
Two days since last water. His mouth was sand and sawdust.
Far away a silhouette… Man or saguaro?
Yesterday he would have hid, but today he was out of options.
He walked closer and saw the man.
He saw the gun, saw his grin.
Alejandro raised both hands, but the man turned and strolled back to his truck.
Watching the dust-devils settle Alejandro realized that tomorrow would be a good day to die.
I tried to play around with the form on how the story was told this week. To me this could be a lot of different backgrounds but it is based on memories from how the desert looked when I first came there almost 26 years ago. I have also used a line from Robbie Robertson.
Each Wednesday we pretend that it’s Friday when Rochelle releases this weeks image and asks us to write a story in hundred words. This is one of favorite ways to tune my writing skills.
September 6, 2017