That’s a fun coincidence. I live in Conroe and it’s a similar concept. A huge lake that’s a massive tourist attraction, but for the locals it’s an impoverished haven for drugs and crime. It’s crazy how something so pretty can be surrounded by so much pain and grief.
The story was inspired by a post card I got from one of my crazy aunts who has an obsession with Hunter S. Thompson. She’d always go to Nevada and send me little gifts
Yeah, that is all too familiar. Crazy small world, this one!
Nevada is rife for odd little gifts. I have a the original two issues of Rolling Stone where Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was originally published in— it scares me
Feels a little ominous
The prompt was 250 words but I think this would make a fun short story
I was born in Reno. 546 on the lake, poverty with a view…
That’s a fun coincidence. I live in Conroe and it’s a similar concept. A huge lake that’s a massive tourist attraction, but for the locals it’s an impoverished haven for drugs and crime. It’s crazy how something so pretty can be surrounded by so much pain and grief.
The story was inspired by a post card I got from one of my crazy aunts who has an obsession with Hunter S. Thompson. She’d always go to Nevada and send me little gifts
Yeah, that is all too familiar. Crazy small world, this one!
Nevada is rife for odd little gifts. I have a the original two issues of Rolling Stone where Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was originally published in— it scares me
"...I shot a man in Reno/just to watch him die..."
Did you catch the “Sue” reference? 😂