Echo Without Origin
The road lies dark behind her. Only the light from the gas station cuts a pale rectangle into the night. A truck hums somewhere behind the building. A man sits outside the entrance with a paper cup in his hand. “Been on the road long?” he asks. “For a while.” He nods, as if that were answer enough. I like that about them. Not every question has to lead somewhere. He looks over at my car. “Still far to go?” For a moment, I look out at the dark road. “Depends on when I arrive.” He gives a short laugh. “I know the feeling.” Of course he doesn’t. And yet I understand what he means. That is one of…
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