Some Things Wait

Savannah and I stood on the grass in the long park in the middle of the road as though it were an island. From between palm leaves I could see the hotel receptionist watching us from the hotel steps. If I decided to go farther than the park the police would have to accompany me.

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Green Shirts

On my fourth morning in Algeria I woke to the sound of footsteps crunching dried pine needles. The sound made a wide arc around my tent then stopped at the dirt road. I heard the click of a car door handle then the sound of the door shutting. It was still dark out. Savannah was […]

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Protect the American

The police officer came bounding out of his dusty hatchback and across the street.  “My friend!  Can I see your passport?” “Sure thing.  One second.” I veered my cart off the asphalt shoulder and onto the dirt path beside it. The Spanish port-city of Melilla was thirty kilometers ahead.  Because of this proximity to the […]

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Lucía of the Sierra

Savannah had a predilection for horses.  When she was only a puppy in Texas she darted beneath a barbed wire fence and nearly touched noses with a horse bending low to her.  I thought she was going to be crushed, but she merely hurried back with her tail wagging. And her tail was wagging now […]

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Gnats and the Seed

I swatted my Eagles hat just beside Savannah’s eyes, taking out two dozen gnats swarming there.  Then I swung the hat around my head before bending down and using my thumb to brush away the gnats lined on Savannah’s eyelids. “Okay,” I said to Savannah.  “That’ll help for about a minute.” I grabbed the cart […]

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Salamanca Savannah

    The sky above Salamanca was a dark blue and turning warmer by the minute.  It wasn’t expected to be an especially hot day so there was no real urgency in getting started early, but I hated leaving cities after everyone had woken so I left at seven.  Even without needing to maneuver around people, […]

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Not Alone

At eight in the evening the sun was still well above the horizon and at such an angle that it reflected off my cart and into my eyes. Savannah walked with the side of her vest brushing my right leg and the crown of her head pressed against the back of the cart.  The shadow […]

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Rocky Return

I looked down the steep and narrow dirt path feeling a sort of resigned disbelief.  Not only was the path at least a thirty-degree grade but it had been worn into an unwieldily ‘V’ shape by years of water flowing down it. There were rocks jutting out all down the path which was both good […]

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Angoulême

At eight I boiled water in a pot on the stove while Savannah had her breakfast in the corner of the bedroom.  Since it was cool in the morning I had the window to the street open.  The honking and engine noises bouncing around the room created an irritating cacophony, but without the window open […]

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The Dark Times: Part 4

By five in the morning my mattress was deflated enough that my side was on the floor.  The dawn light was coming in and while I listened to a pickup idling at the intersection outside I contemplated how things had gone so wildly off course. I left London with no answers as to what was […]

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