Unnamed Journal Volume 3, Issue 2 - Page 47

Ulysses unconsciously took a step backward, but she reached forward and grabbed his hand. With her other hand she held his chin and looked at him, tenderly this time. She said something, then kissed him. I don’t know what’s going on, but at least she seems sincere, Ulysses thought. “Officer Scott, what’s your twenty?” The cop’s radio droned. They both looked down at the unconscious highway patrolman, and then looked back at each other. “I can’t fucking believe you did that!” Ulysses said. Nehra pursed her lips into a wide smile, and then began to shake with laughter. Ulysses couldn’t help but laugh with her. She pulled him into a sprint back to the car. Ulysses turned the engine over, put the car in drive, and sped away. + + + It was a little after 3:00 a.m. when the pair arrived at the Casa Diablo hot springs. The rest of their trip had somehow gone by without incident. He parked the car in front of a villa. Nehra jumped out before the car had even stopped, taking her tupperware with her. She came around and opened his door for him, grabbed his backpack out of the back seat, and pulled Ulysses along behind her into the desert. What is she doing, he thought. Why are we here? What the hell is going on? He didn’t have answers to any of these questions, no matter how many times he silently asked them. Nehra had promised to explain how she was able to show him this place by touching him. He was hoping she'd also explain why they had come here. Nehra lead Ulysses over sandy terrain, peppered with scraggly shrubs that he kept tripping over in the dark. She stopped and looked around, and so did he. Ulysses couldn’t see much, but he could tell that the land they were on was surrounded by roads on all sides. No one was out at this time of night, and the roads were all at least a half a mile away. Without a light source, no one would see them standing there.