31 Days of Fright: Desierto
“I used to love this place. Not anymore. I hate it.” A lone truck, infinitesimal, trundles across the scrublands of the desert. Mountains loom in the background like ancient sculptures…..
“I used to love this place. Not anymore. I hate it.” A lone truck, infinitesimal, trundles across the scrublands of the desert. Mountains loom in the background like ancient sculptures…..