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March 7, 2007

Tanya: Untitled

He was aware of the vultures circling above him, as he dug into the sand beneath the joshua tree. Ironically, they were interested in him, and not the bundle that he was burying. When he hit tree roots, he burrowed between them, and tucked the cotton-shrouded parcel into the niche, bending to kiss it one last time before covering it.

The vultures dropped lower as he stumbled away, delirious. He’d run out of water nearly two hours ago. Yet he sketched a map to this site, before his eyesight faltered. Such a massive desert, such a tiny packet of diamonds.

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Comments

Bravo

Posted by: Ted Bronson at March 7, 2007 10:23 PM · Permalink

Title suggestion: Hotel California :)

Posted by: Stacy at March 8, 2007 9:33 AM · Permalink