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Saltered States by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—5/10/10—The Great Lumbering Thing moved across the sand like a swollen cloud; shuffling, ungainly, as it shed bits of itself to the wind. Its maddened grunts sent the Thrush and Killdeer winging for cover, and terrified ground squirrels cringed in their burrows, trembling as the soil [...]

Saltered States by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—4/26/10—The air was heavy in the bedroom tonight. In fact, the whole house seemed like one great congested lung and she the lone molecule of fresh air, fighting for her life. Annie turned down her bed and carefully smoothed the white pillowcase, freeing it of the [...]

Saltered States by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—4/19/10—There was once a great forest, ancient and proud, spreading like a mighty green blanket across the landscape as far as one could see. Creatures of every kind inhabited its sparkling glens and shady depths; for so vast and rich was this forest that all who [...]

Saltered States by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—4/12/10—He was evil, pure and simple. From his broad velvety nose to his elegantly feathered tail, he was a damnably odious malignancy bound neatly within the flesh of a horse. And such a beautiful horse! Milk white with massive shoulders and haunches, his well-muscled body was [...]

Saltered States by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—3/29/10—Eric was a very young boy who was also very odd. He felt absolutely nothing. If he bumped his head, he had no awareness of it. If he smashed his hand, he was completely oblivious to any discomfort. When he once knocked out three of his [...]

SALTERED STATES By Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)— 3/22/10—“It was a dispassionate street, a street whose homes wore skins of sanity and common sense, whose people lived quietly resigned to the certainties of work, religion and the consequences of excessive imagination. It was a street of grass and trees, children and bikes, families [...]

SALTERED STATES by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—3/15/10—“I even worship the flakes of dead skin clinging to the flesh between your button toes,” he thought, taking her in his arms again and running his fingers through her inky hair. She held her breath for an instant, cleared her throat and whispered almost imperceptibly, [...]

SALTERED STATES by Bruce Salter EN ROUTE TO, CA—(Weekly Hubris)—3/1/10—This is the story of a man named Edsel Gray. That his doting parents chose to bless him with the name of the vehicle in which he was conceived, or the fact that he was born with more money than most could spend in a dozen [...]