CHAPTER 16

Sohrab leaned back against the side of the truck, cherry lollipop is his mouth, and scanned the highway beyond the expanse of broken concrete.  Grasses and moss had taken hold in the abandoned parking lot, breaking the surface into ever-smaller pieces in a process as old as life itself.  A hundred years from now, there would be little left; not even the empty husk of the K-Mart behind him would remain.  Time was a ruthless bitch, and no one survived its ravages for long.

Clouds piled up south and east casting a dark shadow over the landscape, but none appeared ready to dump their treasure of water anytime soon.  They drifted west, a lazy sloth climbing a steep hill.  The sky was purpling to the east, and a hot, damp wind blew over Sohrab, remindi...

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