Darnell clicked his worn CB receiver. “Gets flatter by the year, eh, Herb?” The canyon had finally risen to meet the rusted bridge.
“Shit, man,” said Herb’s gravelly voice. “Y’know, Otto used to watch birds down there, fighting over fish and shit?”
“Ma-an.” Darnell looked outside. “Drier than a graphite drawin’ down there now though.”
“Man, listen to you! Poeticizing this hellhole.”
Darnell chuckled, glancing again at the bleached rocks. As he re-entered the highway, he wondered if the canyon would start rising past the iron arch, whether in another twenty years it would grow into a sky-carving mountain.
Photographer: Thomas Hawk
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I love the western vibe of this piece. The dialogue is very well-done and realistic!
Oooo, I really wish I would be able to witness that scenery! Loved your story!