I waited on the beach for a while, watching the sun set in slivers where the clouds separated. When I went inside the chill of the room shocked me.
Category: Mostly Fiction
Glitter Gulch – in progress
As soon as the bus left Los Angeles I felt freer, like I could breathe more easily. I leaned my head against the window and watched the landscape change as we drove east. Miles of desert were punctuated with dry brush and trees. Hills made of red and brown rocks rose out of the…
Las Vegas: Sanctuary
Las Vegas: I drove through the night to get here. I left LA at two in the morning which is the best time to leave for Vegas; the air is cooler through the passes and your car is less likely to overheat. I tried to time it so that I could watch the changing colors…
Las Vegas: Resistance is Futile.
Once I came to Vegas with a vegan friend. We ate at the Bellagio buffet and all he could do was stare at tourists in disgust. Fat people consuming and consuming. Sometimes people would fill two trays at a time and bring them back to their table. He found something to eat — sauteed vegetables,…
Return.
Clocks tick more loudly here, and more slowly. Time moves so differently that the events that make up your day have become meaningless; more boring than ordinary. It’s quiet, insular, and safe here. The neighborhood is protected by walls made with decorative bricks. At the entrance there is a sign that reads Crestview in fancy…
Allison McCabe 