![]() ![]() And while both thought this was highly unlikely-not in this heat, not at this hour-the possibility kept bubbling up, every place they touched. Each wanted the other to have the illusion that they might pause, anywhere, at any moment, and make love. Neither disclosed these private discomforts. The girl had got her period a week early and was feeling woozy the boy kept bending over to remove a pebble from his shoe, a phantom that he repeatedly failed to find. Mirages rose from the boulders, a flume of dream attached to real rock.Īnd hadn’t their trip unfolded like a fairy tale? the couple later quizzed each other, recalling that strange day, their first in California, hiking among the enormous apricot boulders of Joshua Tree National Park. And the girl and the boy in the Dodge Charger were exceptionally farsighted. Any human eye, goggled by a car’s windshield, can graft such fantasies onto the great Mojave. On either side of Highway 62, the sand cast up visions of evaporated civilizations, dissolved castles that lay buried under the desert. The land looked flattened, as if by a rolling pin. ![]()
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