The desert does not give up her secrets, keeping these confessions as her own. He left the milky jar past the stone ridge just off the road in a rocky hollow. Out of sight from the meth ridden denizens of the lowlands who haunted the shadows of the mountains and who prowled in their mad circuits among the ruins. He had to be careful.
He made a vow to his brother to leave it here.
An owl sounded in the distance and he wove his way east past the cairns left by the desert wraiths and into the sunset.
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Kevin Rolly
Artist working in Los Angeles who creates images from photos, oil paint and gunpowder.
He is writing a novel about the suicide of his brother.
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Very nicely done, and I'm wondering if this is related to your Mother's day piece.