The Methodically Dusted Roadway

Chapter 45: The Methodically Dusted Roadway

 

 

 

 

            It indeed happened to be one of the wheels that were there was a circular path of cars packed around. More than one, in fact, but to generalize, it was the easiest thing Trevor had ever done. The buildings by the coffee manufacturing plant that were homes, listed in a number and placed in rows had the location specified. The signs went one-by-one there. He looked at each turn and each street sign that amounted to three circles, only one much larger. The place was kept fairly clean, only he hadn’t seen a single person. He drove back up the side of the big circle he came in on, but didn’t look for specific numbers. He already knew the mailbox can’t tell him what he already knows. He reached the exit once more and leaves off and on the road away from the boulevard. Trevor knows that now. He reads the paper again. The tag on the phone number says REFILL. Trevor locked his car and sped off toward home. The car pulled in the driveway at 6:47 p.m. He locked it and retrieved all items including the notice from the apartment door. Then got himself inside. He looked at the car inside the bank of the driveway through the window. Trevor noticed the streaks that were wet on the tires. He let the blinds back down over the window. “How can I be here and have done that.” But, Trevor said to hell with it. He was still going, and there was not an excuse to give up.”