Car Wash

Not the regular kind, but Do-It-Yourself. Out in the middle of Utah or Nevada, somewhere hot and brown and desolate. So dry the water felt good. I’d eaten the peyote buttons, felt sick, not so coordinated. John lathered and rinsed. I sat in the wet and watched. This was our preparation for Los Angeles. A breach of contract loomed like the desert before us.

Judy Huddleston is an author, artist, and teacher living on the West Coast. She received a BFA from California Institute of the Arts and MFA from Eastern Washington University. Her writing has appeared in The Los Angeles Review, The Collagist, Wilderness Press, Mudlark, New South, Word Riot, Flashquake, the Penwood Review, NANO Fiction, and other journals.