Judy runs the WigWam Motel with her mother, Jane. A frog of a woman who sits on a sofa in the derelict gift shop watching TV most of the day. Across the street, the Safeway opens at 7, and a few of the motel guests stream across to get coffee and donuts.
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At the self check out at Target, Aimee waits for her lunch break. Here, in the front, it’s bag after bag of stuff, things, junk, while being assaulted…
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The waitress makes a coffee and adds two ice cubes. She drinks half and puts the rest where the guests can’t see it. I’m at the end of the bar where the…
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Fireflies hover, move, close to the green ground, the grass. Their yellow, golden flashing, signaling clean air, calm evenings. The dog chases them…
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Before the heat bakes the earth, before the sun, the white light of mid-day says “stay in”. When the air feels prickly like the spine of the cactus out…
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Meg pulled into the driveway. The dog’s head was hanging out the back window. Full summer, late afternoon, we’re all sleepy, or just restless. Meg: I…
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The heat here doesn't come with the sound of cicadas. Only the wind noises, blowing palm fronds high up. The wind itself, an oven that doesn't come with…
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The pile grew, as the day went on. Sweaty armpits, the smell of the sea and sand that stuck to the shorts. Sometimes, changing shirts twice in a day, or…
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Art of the Escape