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Dust Storms May Exist: Southwest Surreal Shorts
Dust Storms May Exist: Southwest Surreal Shorts
Dust Storms May Exist: Southwest Surreal Shorts
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They come in fast and block out the sun.

Dust storms pop up out of nowhere and are a danger for drivers on the open highways of the southwest.

But when you can't see what is in front of you maybe, with a little help, a fresh pair of eyes, you see something new. Something that might not even be there other times, something that is only accessible when dust storms may exist!

A compelling story of an encounter with other possibilities.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMay 2, 2022
ISBN9798201037277
Dust Storms May Exist: Southwest Surreal Shorts

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    Dust Storms May Exist - Ed Teja

    Dust Storms May Exist

    Southwest Surreal Shorts

    Ed Teja

    Published by Float Street Press, 2022.

    copyright © 2022 by Ed Teja

    www.edteja.com

    cover artwork copyright © 2022 by Dagny Sellorin

    Sellorin@gmail.com

    Table of Contents

    Title Page

    Copyright Page

    DUST STORMS MAY EXIST

    Further Reading: Hitchhikers

    Also By Ed Teja

    About the Author

    DUST STORMS MAY EXIST

    Colt stepped out of the diner into the bright southwestern sunlight, his large belly filled with the daily breakfast special — eggs and pancakes, and sausage, with plenty of coffee to wash it down. Gladys, his favorite waitress had even filled his thermos for him. The day seemed unusually gorgeous and now he was ready to hit the road.

    Then he’d seen her. He was walking toward the back of the lot where he’d parked his big rig, where it sat idling with the air conditioner running, when he saw her, a scruffy young woman, probably twenty. She had long, shiny black hair and dark skin, suggesting she might be Mexican or Indian, and she held up a grubby cardboard sign that said: Lordsburg, New Mexico on it.

    He saw the sign, but what caught his eyes were her tight, faded jeans and the way they emphasized a very feminine shape and the equally faded (and tight) t-shirt that had a picture

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