“I chewed my club sandwich and sat in the rolling dark. The sporadic light of oncoming traffic was like a movie projector and the sap-wet smell of the trees had me super-alert.”
I love the way your writing pulls me into a scene.
And, man, I wish hitch-hiking wasn’t so rife with potential dangers. I’ve done it a few times back when I was young and foolhardy. And it’s a hellavun interesting way to travel—both as hitcher and … what would we call the driver? … hitched to?
Can’t wait to read part three!!!
“I chewed my club sandwich and sat in the rolling dark. The sporadic light of oncoming traffic was like a movie projector and the sap-wet smell of the trees had me super-alert.”
I love the way your writing pulls me into a scene.
And, man, I wish hitch-hiking wasn’t so rife with potential dangers. I’ve done it a few times back when I was young and foolhardy. And it’s a hellavun interesting way to travel—both as hitcher and … what would we call the driver? … hitched to?
If this wasn't a part II, I would have shared this:
"All we had to do was turn the knob on the door marked “runaway” and walk on through."
(Just in case you're keeping a scorecard somewhere.)