Pocket Fiction

Into the Mystic

Published October 4, 2017 in Arizona Stories - 0 Comments

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I don’t want to go home.

Just want to drive into the prairie.

Where the sky never ends, and the disappointments don’t echo.

Not sure where my home is anymore.

Might as well be the open road.

I heard the coyotes again last night.

A loner, identifying, then the band, coming in from the cold.

MR Stuik 2017

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