The Wistful Mirror
The truck idled. The engine hummed a low, steady note against the silence of the valley. Elias sat in the driver’s seat. His hands rested on the wheel. He did not look at the road ahead. He looked at the object on the passenger seat. It was a cactus. Not a small, potted variety. It was a large, spined creature, pulled from the desert scrub three miles back. It sat in a burlap sack. It breathed...
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