What if you realize you've come to bad crossroads - do you do what Henry does and sneak off in the American West, in search of whatever?
The art of nowhere... a place that is what you expect of it - land, people that are passing through, a welcome gap in space-time.
Writer’s note
I got to thinking about the person who goes missing. After all, he's the one in the middle of the disappearance. What would drive him to put distance between himself and everyone he knows? Thoughts come into his head, the past and the overwhelming heat of the present. He just needs some time to think, uncluttered by the voices of a world that doesn't speak to him.
A lonesome boy disappears on the night of his high school graduation - longing for a stranger he can tell his story to. He practices the make-or-break greetings he will use in this land of exile - the Arizona desert - where he spends his nights meeting the bus from Yuma. The next bus is due a few minutes after Henry turns 18, which gives him a birthday wish: that the stranger will step off.
Passage at Amazon Waiting on a Stranger
The beginning of the story…
MY WATCH tells me I just turned 18. You see, the time has gone past midnight.
I check it every 30 seconds or so, but that's because I'm waiting for the bus coming in from Yuma.
I'm waiting on a stranger. I need to talk to him really bad.
I'm a boy who wants to tell my side of the story to someone who doesn't know me. He would be about my age, and for his own reasons this would be the desert where he finds himself tonight.
No, we have never met. He exists because I need him to. I have never told my story to anyone before, and that's when a stranger has got to enter your life. I want it to be a boy who is about where I'm at in the world, lost.
I am going to tell him the truth, which is that I don't belong here or anywhere else. Love can do that to you.
It will be easy to talk to him when you've got nothing left to lose. But first we need to get away from this restaurant located off of Interstate 8.
The bus stops here for dinner. I don't think I'm gonna have any trouble meeting the boy. I'll just say hi and then I'll suggest we go for a walk.
If he agrees, the plan is on. So I suppose I should tell him why I disappeared from home on the night I graduated.
I did it to get away from all the expectations. For instance, you are supposed to fit in with your class at school and you should form one or more happy relationships. But it isn't that easy to get close to somebody. In fact, I've always found it impossible.
I will take this boy to the desert about a mile from here, a walk I like to do for thinking about stuff that's real to me, including him.
When we get there, I'll tell him what I want to about all the stuff that happened to me in high school - the personal stuff, not the fact that I was in theater and girls liked my so-called cute ears.
After the journey in the desert we will walk back to town, or at least this part of it on the business loop.
He will get on his bus and go wherever he is going. True, he might miss dinner, but I'll give him some food to take along.
And until they find me, I'll be doing the same thing I'm doing now.
I work in this restaurant called the French Toast Cafe. So I'll just serve more French toast, but I will never forget that guy or what I said to him about these boys I really wanted in high school.
So the payoff is, the stranger will be the one person out there who knows that it was all real to me.