The white chef’s jacket read Bruce and under it the title of ‘Head Chef/Owner’ and the man wearing the jacket offered her a smile, warm and almo...t like he felt bad for catching her. ‘Miss Simmons, perhaps you would care for a glass of dessert wine to accompany your cake?’ Bruce was holding a small bottle of a Portuguese Tawny Port before her. She sighed with a slight smile coming to her lips, oh well at least he wasn’t being pushy like so many others would be when they figured it out. ‘Only if. This dead brown color soaked into the landscape. Blending in the distance, into one solid dull, dry golden brown. Lynn licked her parched lips, as the Station grew closer. It looked like a small tin barn with signs from the distance. As the rustic old service station grew closer, she saw a soda machine out front. Like an oasis in the desert or a magnet to the metal of her car. She pulled into the Indian Reservation Station, directly in front of the soda machine. Lynn turned the car key off and. More

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