200 Words: Gas

James Goux — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 00:16:49 +0000

The gauge is low. Not on “E” or anything but it’s low enough to have me worried. I’m watching it carefully, as if I can see that little red hand going down even though the movement is only noticable over a lengthy span. I knew we should’ve stopped at that last place, the one amongst that forest. What’s a forest doing in the middle of Arizona, anyway? Isn’t it supposed to be all desert here? Well it’s desert now. And more desert. And more desert. And there’s signs saying when the next city is, but it’s too far away for this much gasoline, or at least the city who’s name I recognize is. The other markings on the sign are vague. Is “Cliff Dwellers” a town or a small grouping of people? Would they have gasoline? I try to conserve but it’s the middle of the desert and if you slow down too much people get frustrated. I look from side to side, there’s cliffs and more cliffs. I try and see around the corner, x-ray vision would come in handy. I can see pretty far and not a thing indicates that petrol salvation is coming up any time soon.

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200 Words: Gas