Massacre in TExas
Texan heat was dense like a lead blanket. The sun hung motionless on the vast rural road, and the pavement fired a ripple steam that distorted everything in the distance. On one side of the road, a young man walked alone, with the shirt stuck to the body by sweat, a grooves worn on his shoulder and a guitar cover hanging behind his back. He had the thumb raised, waiting for a little luck. No one passed. Only the buzz of the crickets and the squeak of a distant vulture. Then, the rattle of a tired engine was heard. A Blue Chevy Sportvan, with the logo of a hand -painted flower in the hood
About Massacre in TExas
Texan heat was dense like a lead blanket. The sun hung motionless on the vast rural road, and the pavement fired a ripple steam that distorted everything in the distance. On one side of the road, a young man walked alone, with the shirt stuck to the body by sweat, a grooves worn on his shoulder and a guitar cover hanging behind his back. He had ...Read more