Valentine day accrues in absententio

Valentines day accrues in absententio

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Naturally, alone; you absententio, I spend the next twenty four hours of another removed unaccrued Valentines day in the Desert of the Superstition Mountains.

It's dry in the Desert, the Cactus juice is poisonous and God it's hot. The loneliness is worse though.

It's quiet in the Desert. I always collect yellow cactus flowers but they wilt without water.

There's no path across the Desert but I've been this way before.