The two women looked down the alley. At the end of the Bottoms a man stood in a sort of old-fashioned trap, bending over bundles of cream-coloured stuff; while a cluster of women held up their arms to him, some with bundles.
His longtime friend and climbing partner, Chuck Maffei was spared from being pulled into the slide when their rope severed on a rockband.
A run-down truck stop on an old tobacco highway. Long-haulers eating breakfasts in corners. A church group in the gift shop.
We used to brew a tonic from a particular kind of root.
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