Desert
by Laurie Stone
On a trail, Richard and I came upon a saguaro cactus that had dried in the shape of a human figure. Its arms were lifted and its back was stooped. I said, “It looks like my mother.” Richard said, “By the time you are 70, you'll be bent over, too. You'll look just like her, and you'll scream, ‘Get away from me' and shake your fists.” I said, “You could find someone younger.” He said, “I could, couldn't I?” I said, “Do it soon. I'd rather have my heart broken now than later.” He said, “Why?” That was really a good question.
A good read. *
and quick, too.
I like how the two in the story travel as far away from cities as they do, as far into the native sand, to come to the fork in their realization. *
Wow, Ann, that is so much smarter than what I wrote. Love it.
This is lovely.
Not Didi and Gogo at all!
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End at "Why?" Leave the realization also to the reader.
FWIW, I agree with Bill about ending.
Love this. Though I agree with Bill.*