Sauro Motel - The Collected Writings of Bobby Sauro.

The Badlands. Interior, South Dakota. The Lakota Sioux named this desolate land the “Badlands” because it was such a difficult place to cross.

The golden sand mounds there swirl in your head with all the failures that brought you there.

Although we’re a literary motor inn, we stand in solidarity with our roadside sisters and brothers, and when they leave us, it’s up to us to keep their memory alive. With that in mind, here are some Howard Johnson Zombies and where we encountered them. 

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My story Marvelous, South Dakota has been included in 101 Words’ Flash Fiction Sunday Edition. Check it out along with the other stories there. https://www.101words.org/category/flash-fiction-sunday-edition/

My story Marvelous, South Dakota is up at Fiction Southeast. It is set in the South Dakota Badlands.

Badlands, proclaimed the Lakota Sioux, because it was such a difficult place to cross.

During the height of the Cold War, South Dakota housed many of the nuclear missiles that could have destroyed the world. Some of those underground silos are now part of … Continue reading »

Fans of True Detective should check out Nic Pizzolatto’s 2010 novel GALVESTON. Galveston tells the story of New Orleans enforcer Roy Cady as he flees from his former mob boss, but the story really shines in the relationships between Roy and the erstwhile nieces who accompany him on his escape.

After killing the men who were sent … Continue reading »

Tate Train Depot

Tiny Tate, in Pickens County, is the Home of Georgia Marble. Highway 53 slows into a curve that almost makes you come to a stop and admire the abandoned train station, which sits just steps from the highway.

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On a recent trip, I exited I-25 into Santa Fe onto a crowded, modern road with new, adobe-style Marriott Courtyards, Targets, and the only Starbucks I found within 100 miles of Taos.  Wondering how I might be able to find the dusty remnants of Route 66, I soon realized that I was already on the Mother Road, just the 2013 … Continue reading »

Ah, the Dunk ‘N Dine.

Or, to some, the Dine ‘N Dunk. (Once you got that in your head, there was no reversing it.)

Many Atlantans have spent a late night there fueling up on DND’s coffee, also known as Legal … Continue reading »

My dad always bragged about Newark’s Branch Brook Park and the great fun he had growing up in The First Ward after the war. There were many stories we tried to call him out on as kids but one he repeated involved a man who had mounted three metal drawers full of sweet potatoes on a cart and sold them … Continue reading »

Sam’s replacement in the foxhole at Omaha Beach swallowed a shrapnel sandwich. Years of shenanigans followed.

Sam married a model. Elsewhere, they were manufacturing better ones.

Her Dreamcatcher hung from the rearview mirror of Sam’s Mustang long after she deserted him.

At the VA Hospital, Sam became paralyzed while snowflakes that glittered like crystals dissipated outside.

Sam lent the Mustang to an acquaintance who … Continue reading »