Robert’s eyes flickered in the van’s bright headlights.
“The desert is a vast and mysterious land.
All that meets the eye is a valley of sand.”
“Alright, Alright, Alright, we get it Rob,” coughed John. “Now come and help us dig a hole for Beth too.”
Robert took another inhale of his cigarette, the bitter taste laying sweet in his mouth.
“A few brittle cactus’s are within my sight,
Along with the darkness of this very night.”
“Fuck, who brought the poet,” announced Sam.
“Beyond there lies a place of death,
Where rattlesnakes took the life of Beth.”
“Jesus fucking Christ!”
“My heart aches….”
“And so does my brain,” interrupted John. “I can’t believe I’m traveling with the purely insane. First we lost Nate to a bad acid dose. Then we lost Beth driving through the coast. Now let’s all mourn for our long lost friend Rob. Who was beaten to death by his good old friend John.”

Sam didn’t even shutter as he heard the shovel crush through solid bone.
His mind was too occupied on the idea of digging another hole.

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