The TravelerA Story by ben“Listen, I need
to go do something. So, if I’m not back in time, the meat needs at least another
ten minutes. Let it rest, but if you can’t wait, help yourself.” “Where,” stumbles
out before lips seal together as she accepts what she cannot change. Walking amongst
the graveyard of relics barely visible in the pale night air, parting clouds
shed a smidgen of moonlight and thinking this is the break he needs, lifts the
back hatch. Fishing buddies settle in before the thought drifts away to where
he sets aside a tackle box and an ultralight fishing rod. Both useful, gets to
snooping around for more treasures when he sees a woven picnic basket shoved
against the wheel well. Hardly used, crosses his mind and clearing a path by
pulling the basket towards him, once the lid is upright on its hinges, held in
place behind sturdy mesh are four plates and matching cups. Picking one of
each, adds each to the growing pile and after doing this, left to be fulfilled
is everything on his initial list. With nothing left to do but unfold the checkered
tablecloth, puts it to use as a carryall and once over his shoulder, goes to scoping
out the remaining road machines when elongated eyelashes protruding over each
headlamp of a V bug has him shifting the weight carried that aids in calming
the rush of hitting the jackpot. © 2023 ben |
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Added on April 2, 2023 Last Updated on April 2, 2023 Author |