I drove until the engine failed. Then swiveled in the leather seat, searching for signs or headlights – any indication I wasn’t alone.
I watched the horizon and waited so long. Then someone finally appeared. I thought it was a mirage painted by the desert. I ripped myself from the car.
“Hey!” I yelled, waving my arms like a madman.
The truck drew closer. My enthusiasm waned.
I turned to the sand dunes and ran.
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