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Dream Island


Lance Larsen


motel, insurance

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I park under the cottonwood in the back, so that no one will nose around in my trailer. Two slots away is a Willys jeep, rusted, its axles sitting on blocks. I'm not worried about being robbed. I just don't like hauling around a burned trailer, knowing everyone is asking the one question I can't answer. I untie a bandana hanging from the mirror and wipe the smoke from my face . Then I change into a clean T-shirt and head for the pay phone to call Dizzie, my insurance agent . His real name is Elmo Sack, but ever since I saw a blonde in a push-em-up dress stick her tongue in his ear during happy hour I could never call him Elmo.