Ravings of a Textual Deviant

Thanks to my brother, Ari, for giving me this one. 

Streaks of pink and orange raced across the sky as the sun slid over the horizon. Indigo yielded to a blazing azure. Newborn sunlight gilded the unkempt buffalo grass growing alongside I-25. It played over a 1986 Toyota Tercel parked on the shoulder; limned a travel alarm clock on the dashboard. As 59 changed to 00, a harsh, electronic buzz blared across the gloriously untouched Wyoming prairie.

Naomi and Lisa brought their seat backs to an upright and locked position in perfect synchrony. As Naomi turned the key, Lisa said, “Next time it says ‘last stop 300 miles,’ we’re stopping.” 

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