Abandoned roads - Jos Lammers

Seventeen
Ludlow apparently knows its horror classics, but even
so in the morning we pull close the cardboard door of our
motel room unharmed and get into our Chevy, closely
watched by two ravens. We have two deserts ahead of
us: the Mojave Desert and directly north of that Death
Valley. In the hottest time of the year. “Don’t leave your
car. Don’t think ‘I’ll take a stroll’”, our neighbor and
only other guest in the motel warned us. “People die out
there”, he stressed. And because of the drought and heat
you don’t find anything again. “Not a trace.”
Just to be sure we stock up with four gallons of water
at Ludlow’s mini mart, fill up our cooler with a nice layer
of ice cubes from the ice machine and stuck two packets
of chocolate chip cookies in the trunk of the Chevy. The
car is filled up, the AC buzzes like a charm. How bad can
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