Thank you, footnoteMaven for the opportunity to be a part of the Weekend with Shades series. Penny Dreadful has been having a great deal of fun discovering the stories behind your photographs.
If you have been following Penny Dreadful on Twitter you know that Miss Dreadful had a frightening experience in the high desert just the other day. Traveling by automobile with her younger (sigh) sister to visit their mother, the two young women were surprised to find the fuel running low on their vehicle. It was a new contraption and the ladies were unaccustomed to its whims, so this was not too much of a surprise in and of itself.
The lone service station passed some miles back would be most welcome now, but only sage and saguaro dotted the barren landscape ahead. Vehicles were even scarce on this stretch of the road, a less-travelled byroad that cut off many miles from their journey.
“Don’t tell my husband,” the younger girl begged. “He will be so angry. And don’t tell your family, they will never forgive me if something happens, especially after I jumped out of the car and left you that other time [but, oh, that’s another story].”
What could they do? The wind was whipping the automobile, the land was desolate. . .
