Category: Chapter 6

The voyage is long, languid, and mostly monotonous. Mike drives throughout the day, pulling into truck stops only to relieve himself and to buy food for the road. Dominic is the lead on any Section B day excursions which are brief and regimented, focusing mainly on washroom visits, disposal of garbage, and a cigarette or …

“How about your brother?” asks Elvis, looking dourly at Dominic. “Tony?” responds the sizeable man. “You mean, like, transport us in his truck?” “Yeah, why not?” confirms Elvis, his newly manifested melancholy blunting the suggestion. Dominic considers the idea as he gazes at nothing in particular. Rebekah is consumed with destroying the erroneous bus tickets …

A hawk or possibly a falcon circles high overhead in the nearly cloudless sky. Towering trees shoot up around Section B, brown needles and green moss pad the ground beneath their seated bodies, sweet scents of pine and tiny forest flowers permeate their small circle. Muted sounds of faraway animals occasionally waft in on the …

“You see my problem here,” says the stern man sitting across from Section B. His bright orange turban hugs his head as it moves around to punctuate his words. The dark brown eyes set into his wide face stare at them intimidatingly, his tied and tucked beard lending a further gravitas to his countenance. The …