Originally written for the iTunes Fic Challenge. Basically, put your iTune on shuffle and use the first ten songs as drabble prompts
1. Fortunate Son- Creedence Clearwater Revival
He'd forgotten how much he hated the desert.
It wasn't how damn hot it was, necessarily. It wasn't how the sand managed to trickle into his shoes, until no amount of shaking them out would ever rid him of the tiny grains. It wasn't even how the sweat pooled at the base of his neck and trailed from his brow into his eyes, burning and blinding and irritating him beyond belief.
He stood, faced with the endless stretch of dry cracked earth and a mirage of the horizon shimmering in every direction, and felt an oppressive weight squeezing him like a vice. There was no club or casino in which to hide from it, behind the mask of an engaged to be engaged hustler with a hot vixen on his arm. There was no Angela, as lost and desperate as he'd ever seen her, leading them in the footsteps of a dead lover with her still irrepressible faith. There was nothing to shield him, shelter or distract him from it now.
Standing with his partner over a body in the dry Arizona heat reminded him of miles and miles of sand beneath his booted feet, back when every breath was the pull of a trigger and the air died like ash in his lungs.