by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 26, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
So, I went from sleeping in an over-cab bunk to sleeping in a guest room in a Nevada mansion. And let me tell you—I got much better sleep on the narrow strip of crackling cushions, smashed against the windshield in the snout of the RV, than I did on the king-size bed...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 19, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The Uber driver was a stocky, silent guy who obviously preferred classic rock radio over conversation. Which was fine by me. My emotions were shrapnel in my chest, and I didn’t feel like talking. Not when I was an hour away from the moment I’d dreamed about for...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 12, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
The music and laughter and light of the celebration faded quickly behind me as I ran, the sidewalk slipping away under my feet. It wasn’t until I reached the RV that I remembered: I didn’t have the keys to get in. Who did have them? Blake? Fine, then....
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Apr 5, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
When I woke up in the morning, the rising sun was already kindling the desert flame against the red rocks. The summer solstice. The longest day. Kason’s day. I didn’t want to waste a single drop of the daylight. I slipped down the ladder, scuffed into my...
by Ashlyn M. Ohm | Mar 29, 2024 | Along These Lines of Light
We were still driving when darkness came. First it was sunset, the light gathering itself into a final hurrah at the western edge of the world. And then it was car headlights flicking over our faces and neon signs buzzing to life at the gas stations and the road...
