Part 1 Part 2 By the time Rachel reached her destination, the snow and ice had stopped their onslaught. Perhaps the Earth had given up; perhaps Rachel had outlasted her, difficult as it is to grasp such a thing – that the swell of angst in the soul […]
Five miles outside Pueblo’s city limits, it began to snow – not the fluffy white stuff that makes a person think of cozy fireplaces and hot cocoa and Santa Claus, but an ugly sort that is something of a cross between snow and ice, such that it becomes […]
Rest Stop, 2 miles the sign read. It leaned at a near forty-five degree angle on the shoulder of I-25, southbound to Pueblo. Rachel sighed, then squirmed in the driver’s seat of her forest green Subaru, attempting to awaken the sleeping nerves in her backside and simultaneously assuage […]
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