The Dust on the Windshield and a Box from Terlingua
When an unfamiliar truck rolled down the caliche road at dusk, the smoke from the pit wasn't the only thing drifting in from the past.
A quiet Monday evening by the smoker turns into an unexpected reckoning when a mud-splattered truck brings an old cedar box—and a ghost of a memory—right up to Zenna's front porch.


by Zenna LoneStar 