Highway Stories

It was about a year ago when I first met her. She was a strange girl wandering by herself on Highway 10 in Arizona. I was traveling back home to San Antonio from a trip I took to California. While I was cruising across the asphalt I could see the open desert for miles all around me. That’s when I noticed her. Her ragged and worn down body was moving like a living corpse. No other people were around. It was just that littl...

A bead of water rolls down the pane Logs roll byFive trucks in a rowOne letting his exhaust brake belchTrees line the highwayWaving branches like a cheering crowd at a raceCelebrating the exhaust brake's belch more ecstatically More beads roll down the windowA boy in an orange reflective vest runs to the pumpHe slouches against the rain until he's under the roofHe talks to a man inside the car and starts pumping the gasLa...