Snippet #2. Chapter seven is important in that this is where Clay meets his main sidekick, Mark Raft, the sole survivor of the hell tree* invasion in the small desert town of Bixby.
* Too big to fail, this benevolent vegetation will steal your soul for your own good.
So far the story has focused heavily on Clay and the solo portion of his journey. This has meant an absence of dialogue which is usually what I enjoy writing most. That's not to say that I believe Clay's exploits have been boring up to now but it will be a relief for him to have someone to talk to. All I have to do now is get Clay into town and find out how they meet up.
So far the story has focused heavily on Clay and the solo portion of his journey. This has meant an absence of dialogue which is usually what I enjoy writing most. That's not to say that I believe Clay's exploits have been boring up to now but it will be a relief for him to have someone to talk to. All I have to do now is get Clay into town and find out how they meet up.
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A thirty five mile speed limit sign marked where the state highway took a break and Prospect Boulevard intervened for a quarter mile. A diesel filling station, truck stop, and restaurant greeted southbound travelers to Bixby. Curbside telephone poles diminished down both sides of the boulevard where single story stuccoed store fronts vied for attention with tourist friendly signs.
Vehicles lined the curbs while others parked haphazard in lanes with doors left open. The three palm trees of the Three Palms Liquor store lay in ruin across the boulevard with two vehicles and the facade of the Desert Apple Book Store crushed beneath.
So quiet was it that Clay could hear the rustling of a newspaper as a gust flittered it past. Nothing stirred but by the wind, not even the hell trees encroaching throughout the town.
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