Welcome To Planet Hills (short story)
Welcome To Planet Hills (a short story) I'd been driving across this staggeringly vast country for an uninterrupted length of time when suddenly, I felt the need for a break. The earthy red hue of Sedona's desert dirt still clung to my RV as I pulled off the interstate and into a truck stop of a town a thousand miles away. It was 2:30 in the afternoon and the temperature was 80 degrees and the heat glued itself to my body as I walked across the 120 degree heat of the blacktop parking lot over to the truck stop. There waiting to greet me, a row of local misfits. Some sitting in crack, plastic lawn chairs, others leaning against the red brick, white painted wall, all smoking and trying to beat the heat beneath a two foot overhang of awning. Degenerate gargoyles guarding the entrance of their lives with worn out looks hung haggardly on their faces. I stopped when I reached them and looked down at the door greeter. She sat in one of the broken chairs with her right leg crossed ov