Every Monday I post new fiction – a completed flash or a segment of a longer story.
Here’s part two of my new Soledad City story, “Run With the Moon.” If you haven’t read the introduction, start here first.
Slipping silently as his bad leg lets him, Adam pushes the screen door open and peers out. There’s a white full moon hanging just over the mountains, and the sky is turning silver blue with daylight coming. Across the stretch of empty field out front, a neon sign blazes bright: Holland’s 24 Hour Truck Stop and Cafe. A couple of big rigs and a handful of cars dot the parking lot, but there’s not a soul to be seen.
Adam steps out, good leg first, onto the little deck he’s built out of pallet wood.
And he smiles. Adam’s heart is a cold dark place, But right now, warmth like summer noon spreads right through him.
Curled behind the rusty lawn chair in a nest of her own clothes, she sleeps like a puppy. Long coppery hair streams across her face and her bare legs are streaked with dried blood. There’s a long raw cut on her forearm and a smear of blood on her lips, and Adam’s never seen anything so beautiful in his life.
He leans in and gently pulls a twig of mesquite from the hair behind her ear.
“Mornin, Velocity,” he says.
Her eyes pop open, whiskey gold and wary wide, but then her mouth curves up. “Hey, Adam.”
She sits up cross-legged, her bare skin fairy dusted with freckles and her little nipples hard in the chill of the morning. For a dizzy moment Adam feels like flying. She came. She has the whole desert to run in, but she came here.
What do you think that means? That voice in Adam’s head is his own. What the hell do you hope that means, boy?
“‘Want some breakfast?” he asks. “I got bacon and eggs, toast maybe.”
“I already ate,” she tells him, glancing at the blood on her leg.
“Guess you did.” Adam leans against the Airstream’s curving side. “Had a good night?”
Velocity stretches out her arm, examining the cut. “Oh, man. That moon – did you see it? – just burning in our eyes, so bright. Uncle Silver and the pups flushed out some rabbits down by the wash. Me and Auntie Whitefoot and Sweetwater were coming up behind, but we all got some.”
She licks thoughtfully at the wound. “Sweetwater and I jumped the same big old buck. We got into it a little bit, but Uncle settled things down pretty quick.” A flashing grin. “Sweetwater’s all right. That ear’ll heal up fine. She’ll think twice next time, though. You got any coffee?”
Coming July 3 2016: the conclusion of “Run With the Moon.”
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