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andrew willow bb30311207 Just a bit of update to the deep woods 2024-01-15 22:47:25 -06:00
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@ -6,4 +6,18 @@ This was not such a quiet.
The two brothers had been driving for nearly an hour and a half, yet neither had offered to turn the radio on. They had not spoken when, twenty minutes ago, the younger had pulled the car off at exit 134 to fill up with a tank of gas, enough to make it through Duluth and all the way along the shores of Superior to their destination. He had not asked for money for gas, nor had Duncan, the older brother, offered to reimburse him. Instead, the quiet seemed to grow between them, like a tumor, like a squirming thing in the back seat. The two brothers had been driving for nearly an hour and a half, yet neither had offered to turn the radio on. They had not spoken when, twenty minutes ago, the younger had pulled the car off at exit 134 to fill up with a tank of gas, enough to make it through Duluth and all the way along the shores of Superior to their destination. He had not asked for money for gas, nor had Duncan, the older brother, offered to reimburse him. Instead, the quiet seemed to grow between them, like a tumor, like a squirming thing in the back seat.
So they continued to sit, Theo driving while Duncan simply gazed out the window at the turbulent grey sky. So they continued to sit, Theo driving while Duncan simply gazed out the window at the turbulent grey sky. There was little that seemed worth the attention. An array of strip malls and gas stations sped past, interspersed by strips of farmland or the strange, repetitive hallways of pine plantations that spoke to a history of logging. Occasionally, the undulating terrain would crest, exposing a red-streaked face of grey stone to the air.
Duncan made a study of the regular boreholes drilled into the faces of the rock, evidence of the artifice needed to lay the miles of asphalt the car sped along. The freeway