The Longest Highway

The highway never turned. Not once.

They walked along the cracked blacktop with heads bowed as their sweat sizzled where it fell.

Would it ever end? They wanted to give up and die, these murderers sentenced to walk the highway. But something kept them walking. The hope of redemption? The promise of a new life at the road's end?

Vultures circled, staring at the walking corpses about to join polished white bones licked clean and littered about.

One by one, the men fell, dying upon the highway, weighed down by guilt, shame, and the burning sun on their backs.