… the wagons roll endlessly. Shay is hanging off the side somewhere along the train. Even if she tried, she wouldn’t see the beginning or the end. The mind gets tired of trying.
She’s busy dusting the wall of her wagon as she inspects the side for damage. It’s mostly corrosion, none here so far, she thinks happily. Although, somewhere in the back of her head she is slightly disappointed. Anything would be a welcome distraction at this point…
Nebraska is flat and there’s plenty of it. Thank goodness the weather lately hasn’t caused any trouble. Getting stuck in a dust storm out here is never a good time. At first the cough doesn’t go away and once it does, you are stuck feeling like you’re suffocating all the time. Because you are.
She would hallucinate if she had the energy for it. The horizon bends around the side of the wagon connecting the haze of the train ahead to the darker haze behind. The dirt and the sky are both so uniform they turn into two halves of the same shape.
Janusz Jeremiasz Filipiak 