HAPPENSTANCE: 30) GREYHOUND

Fiction... or Fact?

I don’t awaken in The Amargosa Hotel until dusk the next day. 

All is quiet—deathly quiet, in this all-but-ghost town. 

I resist an urge to peer out through the window shutters or even boot up my laptop.  Radio silence, period.  No internet, no phone, nothing.  I assume they are scouring every road, every structure, every radio frequency and using every s…