Left behind...again.

When he got back to the car there was no one there. Like the others, Bob had been out looking for the stupid fabled blue butterflies. The radiation sickness had worn off but it seems some other madness had taken its place. No fucking butterflies, now no band, no gold, no music. Nothing. Only the far off sillouette of buildings in the haze of the New Mexican desert. How had it come to this? Fortunately the old Gibson was still in the trunk. He picked it up, and headed off in the dust toward the horizon.

posted by B-Man