What She Could Have Said
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” I said, partly for the truth of it and partly to help fill the long walk through the meadow. Joshua had yet to be forthcoming with the talking he’d prescribed for us.
“I’m glad you are too,” he answered, and left it at that.
Our footsteps rustled through the tall grass uninterrupted.
“Where are we-”
“I need a drink before we do this, okay?” said Joshua.
“Okay,” I said uncertainly, wanting even more urgently to know what “this” was.
We rounded the peninsula of trees where the meadow petered out abruptly into the well-trodden sandy earth of Quickdraw Gulch’s Main Street.
Our clothes shifted to match the aesthetic, though the blood stain remained on my now coarser, heavier dress.
We’d mostly kept to the edge of Quickdraw Gulch neare
