Meditating to the sizzling fryer and the waitress’ and cook’s banter, I smiled. Here was as good a place as any to die, maybe to live. Somewhere in between, I mused. Would those dark things follow me out to a land of burning sun? But I suppose night falls here too.
You’re not far enough from the city, I reminded myself.
And will you run forever? What refuge is there? the question came unbidden. I looked around the dingy diner, gazed out the dirty window into the mesmerizing haze…
The only refuge I had in the moment was the moment.
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