I’ve been reading old drafts I never posted, looking for lost gems, and found this:
It was one of one of those talking-to-strangers encounters so common in Truth or Consequences, initiated by a bubbly dark-haired woman in the art-installation area of the ladies room at the Brewery. She enthused about the place and asked if I was local. I said I was, and then I asked where she was from.
“LA,” she said. “I’ve been here six months.”
“Sounds like a really positive change,” I said. “How did you decide on T or C?”
“I thew a dart.”
I must have looked puzzled. She explained, “I spread out a map and threw a dart, and it landed it here. So I came.”
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