They brought me here in the old pickup. Now they're hammering and calling to each other. At the other end of the patio, a man without shoes strums a guitar. Tourists wander around with cameras and sometimes go inside to buy a t-shirt. I just lie here, soaking up the sun.
Dog lounging outside the Starlight Theater (now a restaurant) in Terlingua ghost town.
Have you written a story in exactly 55 words? Don't keep it to yourself! Tell Mr. Knowitall.