The Wistful Silence

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Elias sat on the tailgate of the truck. The diesel engine ticked as it cooled. He held a tin of peaches. The glass was warm. The juice ran over his fingers. Sweet. Thick. It smelled like summer. Like the orchard in Ohio. His son, Toby, had loved them. Now the tin was empty. Elias wiped his hand on his jeans. The blue denim was worn thin at the knees. He was alone in the desert. The sun was...

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