By a baffling effect of light and optics, the once-distant mountains became less blue as Swan approached them. Now that their sandy crags surrounded him, the dominant color was chalky brown, the average hue of a billion fragments of clay and sand. In the midst of this, the road stood out starkly, a dark gray ribbon riddled with cracks. Even after all these miles, his suitcase wheels still rolled along merrily.
Wait a minute. It just struck me. This whole thing is somewhat biblical. The cataclysmic flood; little Noah on his "arc" minus 2 of every creature— well, few creatures actually left; Swan/Moses leading his people through the desert to the promised land, dispatching "philistines" with his staff/sword. Tell me I'm crazy.
The author would have us believe that we are "coming" to the end of this story. However, it's not over until the fat lady sings and I doubt the last chapter is Operatic, so a 'sequel' is mandatory. Forget washing the dishes, Mr. Bix. Buy some paper plates and carry on!
Wait a minute. It just struck me. This whole thing is somewhat biblical. The cataclysmic flood; little Noah on his "arc" minus 2 of every creature— well, few creatures actually left; Swan/Moses leading his people through the desert to the promised land, dispatching "philistines" with his staff/sword. Tell me I'm crazy.
The author would have us believe that we are "coming" to the end of this story. However, it's not over until the fat lady sings and I doubt the last chapter is Operatic, so a 'sequel' is mandatory. Forget washing the dishes, Mr. Bix. Buy some paper plates and carry on!
Are we coming to the real Nature Preserve, "a faraway place where plants still flourished"?