Tales From the End of the Bus Line is a long-distance collaboration between daughter/father Megan and Bill Broughton to collect the many adventures of Bill’s young adulthood in Van Nuys,…
October 24, 2015
Creative Nonfiction / Essay
The red flags are finally up. I could have sworn the firing range was abandoned, from all my days running through it and seeing nothing but rebar twisted out of concrete walls, but today I hear shots, actual shots, so I keep my run inland, on the road. The shots come in a burst and stop. Then I hear no more. Past the range, I descend again into touristland. I wonder: Which way do they shoot? At the ocean, where they might hit boats? Or at the land, where they know the bullets will stop eventually, but who knows in what?