The thump, thump, thump from the left front wheel was the first indication that something was wrong. The wheel rolling away faster than the car was moving was the second, and the fact that the tiny car had come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the highway was the third.
“I’m getting out.”
“Then I’m staying here”
Emergency flashers, a becon to the world that there’s a survivor down here.
Looking around at the blasted, paved over moonscape of the highway, the passenger took inventory of his supplies.
7 cigarettes, a half packed bowl and about 2 hours to wait.
“This is going to be rough.”
The cell phone chirpped a tiny texted reprise from the bordom.
“I just got to the exit”
“35 minutes and the rest of the bowl and only at the exit?”
15 minutes and no response.
You’re a non person on the side of the highway. The eyes fly past and seem to say,
“What did you do wrong?”
And you’ll look back,
Still, you’ll wait.