Tag: desert

• Route 8 East (Tralnor Hunting Pt. 1)

  “Dude,” Hector Christman pushed through clenched teeth, “that was a cop car.” “No it wasn’t,” the driver shot back, his voice cool, metallic. “That car is always parked there. Trust me. It may have been a cop car at one point, years ago. Now it’s an old taxi cab. Vehicular evolution is a follows: police…

  Dan Metzger

  February 25, 2016

  Fiction, Scene, serial fiction

  creative writing, desert, driving, Fiction, friends, science fiction, serial fiction