Chapter 28Rob
The desert extended unendingly, like an ocean made of sand, and dust, and death. Rob sheltered his eyes with his hand and looked into the distance, taking in the immensity of its desolation. They had stopped to stretch their legs and to have a closer look at the unique picture displayed in front of them. Right there, interrupting the endless black stripe of the freeway, there were two camels having s*x.
“In the middle of the road? Seriously?” Rob asked dumbfounded.
“Well, they happened to be in this area way before the road,” the driver said, biting a small stick of cinnamon.
“And there's less sand right here. That's important,” Renton spoke for the first time in the two hours' drive.
“Indeed…” the man nodded slowly a couple of times.
“The fork is just a couple of miles
