- Zachary Bruno
Road Report
I drive. The road splits the desolate fields that
surround me. The sun beams down on the car.
I'm alone, with nothing in sight.
I feel the emptiness engulf me as I drive.
I see the dust flying through the air.
The open road ahead of me disappearing on the horizon,
almost like a mirage of what was once there.
The only things I hear are the engine roaring like a lion,
the radio crackling like oil in a scolding pan,
and the air whistling through the
open windows as I drive. I check my phone.
"30 more miles" it says. 30 more miles.