The Hell You Say
by Tom B. Taker

Drowsy, I departed the desert highway and found a hotel. The warm smell of colitas drifted in the air when she first appeared. I stayed; we never stopped making love.

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This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.

For some strange reason, I can’t think of a song for this post. Oh, what the hell. Maybe this one.