Sin City, USA

A true story about my drive to Las Vegas. 

We drove through barren mountains. The valley remained scorched and brittle even though a storm had past the night before. I touched my forehead to the window feeling the sunlight bake my skin till my cheeks flushed a pinkish hue.

“How much longer?” said a fellow traveler.

“Another hour and a half,” said our driver.

We were modern travelers traversing the Mojave desert. In a place where cactus is king we were seeking a modish oasis. Sharp pains pinched at my knees. My body can spend hours writing, but can last only a few minutes driving.

Hours had past and soon hotels began to spring up. They dispersed themselves across the landscape. We had reached our paradise of sin.

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