The Story is Understated

The map of the United States filled the wall above the desk and like most, Hawaii and Alaska are included in the corner to complete the image.

At the bottom of the map are scrawled the words, “No real destination.”

Sprawled out on the couch, a heavyset old main snores lightly. Occasionally his snoring stops along with any sound of breathing, only to be punctuated as the air is raked back into his lungs in a staccato hacking cough.

The man turns over and faces the couch back and fluffs the pillow his head rests upon before he settles back in, quietly breathing.

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