Mirage

John K Adams
Nov 3 · 6 min read
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It felt like being in a crowded parking lot, when someone way up ahead is waiting for that choice spot. No one can move in or out. Or forward.

Only we were in the desert, not in a parking lot. There were no cars around. Not even a road. Scrub, dust and old rock filled our view all the way to the pass leading to Mirage, our destination.

Oh yeah, it was stifling hot.

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John K Adams

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A journalist, photographer and blogger. I write to see how memory and language wrestle with reality.

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