On a dark desert highway, a slight breeze rustled a small bush at the side of the road. A young man shuffled his tired feet. He felt as if he had been walking forever. His chevy had broken down a few miles back, and he had spent the entire day attempting to find a hotel or house, just somewhere that would happen to have a phone he could use to call a tow truck. Unfortunately, this particular young man was not the lucky type. While walking, it had started to rain, causing the dirt to turn to mud, which in turn caused him to slip every so often.
He blinked with the darkness that had fallen as the sun went down
 A land called HannahLee · Thu May 12, 2011 @ 05:28am · 0 Comments |
