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Baptism”

by David Michael


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Copyright © 2010 by David Michael.

Published by Four Crows Landing.




Baptism

by David Michael


Winter Solstice


Myra stood on the lip of the broken bridge, her bare feet on hot concrete. The sun looked down at her, unspeaking as always, while the dry air swirled dust around her, caressing her, once more trying to seduce her, trying to reach what she held inside her.

In front of her, the twisted superstructure of the bridge littered the rocky terrain of what had once been the bottom of a bay. Below her, even more dust blew over and through the smashed Mazdas and Fords and Toyotas and Peterbilts as the wind looked in vain for anything she had left behind. Among the vehicles, she could see the desiccated corpses and wind-stripped skeletons of the drivers and passengers as tiny stick-figures drawn in white on black asphalt or as shadows pressed against shattered windows.

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